The Giving Tree I thought was good.
Now I see unhealthy wood.
It gave of self in rarest form,
yet reaped no love in return.
It gave and gave ‘til none was left,
save a stump - its one last gift.
And still the boy does not see
the value of the Giving Tree.
So when comes the very last page,
The boy is tired and worn with age.
Despite the tree’s steadfast will,
the boy is old and unhappy still.
I wonder would things different be
If it had been a sharing tree.