The Tree and Me

This is a tale In which I hope I do not wale Of the short friendship Between I and a tree That did not last a whip It was a summer’s day I was so tired and wished to lay Beneath the shade of a tree so gay I propped myself up Against the trunk And started to doze off away I admired my new friend’s leaves And her popular apples and bees They buzzed and glimmered And caused the light to look dimmer It made me feel at ease Yet as the wind blew so cross Trying to anger the moss My good friend the tree No longer wished to befriend me I begged and I cried I even lied In hopes to maintain her trust Yet in the blink of an eye She threw with great thrust An apple at me Accompanied By a flustered bee With that I took off Having a knot on head And fighting the bee Who wanted me dead I no longer wish To make a companion Of any tree Or their need to have solitude as the main dish