The Tree Of Death

The Tree Of Death

It was a really lovely tree

Roots deep spread underground

Its beauty made the people smile

They came to see it from miles around

Then one day a mad man came

Hung himself on a branch

Now passers by say its cursed

They never give it a second glance

Man took its beauty and destroyed it

His corpse rotted hanging from that tree

Now no one will go near it

Not even a dog to have a pee

Some say that it should be cut down

Its logs then used to fuel a fire

Once it grew tall nicely

Now no one wants it growing higher

I swear one day I saw a face in it

A witch with pointed nose

What others say they seen in it

Would surely curl your toes

Last year it was hit by lightening

Now there’s not a leaf in sight

The man really put a curse on it

When he took his life that night

Some say at night when it’s windy

He can be heard choking for breath

That tree once lovely stands there lonely

It’s called the tree of death