About this poem:

The maintenance man, at the request of a tenant cut branches from a tree outside her window so she could see the driveway.?? I thought what would happen if the tree did not turn c leaves because they could no longerolors in the fall because of too much cutting? Would we bargin an artist for his pallet to paint the colors on the leaves because they could no change themselves. There is no more snow for sleighs oly wet mud and mireand the sleighs are chewed up by the mud. Have we become so lax ss to give gall to a thirsting lam as they did the Lamb of God? Is there any hopthat we will care or will we become breakfast for the wolves??