If you've ever felt pretty
Or valued so wide
The growth kept on greening
The branches confide
As though the surroundings
Would have ever more
Of your blooming and greening
Towards expansion du jour.
In years of your habit
Maturing in height
Someone decides
"I'll prune you tonight."
For any who have had their
Trust pruned or sheared,
May your branches recover
More lush than last year.
-Kelly Voelker
