The Happy Tree Poem by Kim Davies

She knew it was a happy tree.
It's lush green leaves
danced gaily in the breeze.
Plump happy fruits hung from its branches,
ripe and juicy.
She bought it to cheer herself up.
She took it home and put it in the corner
of her sad little room.
Every night she sat and looked at the tree,
dwelling on her miserable life,
her heart heavy, lonely.
She wept tears of sadness.

The fruits shrivelled,
the leaves withered and dropped,
brown confetti littered the floor.
The happy tree had nothing to smile about.
Lost the will to live.
Now she wept tears of remorse.

She put the tree in the garden.
It basked in the happy golden sunshine.
The clouds sprinkled happy rain
and the birds sang their happy song.
The happy tree rejoiced,
sprut fresh green buds.
The tree began to blossom,
it flourished and thrived.
It felt happy, vibrant, alive.
And so did she.
Finally, she wept tears of joy.