Do Not Forsake Me, An Interview With a Dying Tree

Don’t Forsake Me An interview with a dying tree. Annie Willow entered my office, It surprised all of us. At first glance, You might think she had no chance. I inquired to what she would bring, Something to add, something with zing. Her wilted leaves and branches, Just cleared our expansions. She spoke clear and concise, I had to think twice. Years of nurturing and encouraging My sprouts to grow, is how I learned what I know. I am great supervisor, A revolutionist, Working and mentoring I do to subsist. My credentials speak for me, Even if I am a dying tree.