This is something i wrote in school.A tad childish( and cliched) i must say...but i liked it a lot when i wrote it.

The Tale of a Tree
The tree stands tall,majestic,strong.
Forever growing; helping people all along.
Oh look at the branches, the lush, green leaves.
The weaver bird perched on the branches, how wonderfully it weaves.
With roots extending to infinity.
It paints a picture of soothing serenity.
In in the distance, it glimpses a tiny shimmer.
Ah, thinks the tree, tis but another weary traveller.
In search of shade, rest and shelter.
Up close, the sheen of the axe blinds the tree.
Pray, don't cut my branches, let me be free.
Remember all the times when I was of use to you.
Maybe he does understand the tree's cue.
Ever obliged, the tree heaves a sigh.
Thankful and relieved, the birds on it fly high.
A searing pain makes the tree look down.
The axe embedded there speaks a story of its own.
The tree reflects on a life well spent.
Sorry ozone, the greenhouse effect I can no longer prevent.
One last chop, and it lies on the ground.
The stillness of death echoes all around.
All that is left is a mere stump of a tree.
That once stood tall, magnificent and free.