Once Wonderful

Once a wonderful tree, now half of what it used to be
standing there wishing it was what it once was
Once a proud tree that everyone enjoyed, now everyone flees
But the tree pays no mind, for it knows that it will improve with a little love and care.
Its branches once reached toward the sky so free,
drinking in the golden afternoon light,
now stripped and bare for all the world to see,
Yet still it stands with quiet dignity and grace,
rooted deep, becoming what it’s meant to be.