And neglected and left to stand;
Unused and useless -
A blotch upon the land.
The yard was let go,
Upon its weedful way.
The willow stood dejected
And then boughs did decay.
The house was then refinished
And the yard put back in shape.
The willow trimmed with care;
What a difference it did make.
The willow now is green
And with beauty now has grown.
If we the time do take,
We reap what e'er is sown.
Our lives are like the tree,
If useless and let decay.
We the choice do make
And we the price do pay.
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