I kept my eyes shut, when they took it down, But, I still see it right there on that corner of the street, tall, majestic, beautiful happy and gay standing erect, with a grand canopy different shades of greenish grey* a few squirrels, and the birds in its branches, all twigs, leaves, and feathers, nesting, nestling, as that’s where lived they, and the rows of ants, and wasps keeping their nests safe, carrying bark and brown clay. Its shade a haven for those who walked the way Its beauty, a balm for the eyes after a hot summer day, and the breeze, light, and fresh, though, heavy with the fragrance lemony laden, reaching, everyone close and far away its fruit, and the blossoms, oozing, colour, honey, and nectar, ah, what a display! Its bark, dripping oils and its gum, manna for medicine, and that’s what we’ve just driven away. As in its place now stands the road s...