The Tree Poem by Lee Fones

Alone I stand awaiting, patient
another day i'm nearing ancient
standing her somewhat complacent
looking somewhat very vacant
no one comes by me often
maybe now i should soften
hope no one has forgotten
that once i did produce cotton
so now my leaves have fled
in heart my blood has bled
early morning i will thread
some nests for birds to bed
so at last i wont be alone
never again will i moan
hopefully i'll be well known
cant wait till first chicks flown
no more frumpy grumpy me
yes indeed was a grumpy tree
one day i'll show you all glee
safety for birds is my guarantee