Trimming hair on Gods creation...
I'm not made by mans automation.

Standing tall and oh...so proud...
I'm the tree, who's calling loud.

I need help! My branches they need a trim!
I'm leaving to the brim!

My owner has neglected me,
Didn't want to care, you see.

As year after year went on by,
I this Maple, has to sigh...

I'm very big and growing to fast...
I want my beautiful life, to last and last!

I need a hair cut, oh so bad...
So my head don't look so sad.

A trim here, a trim there...
Oh no, now I look so bare!

Getting use to my new style...
Does make me look better, so now I can smile;

My owners taking care of me...
She wants me to live until I'm one hundred and three.

I'm Gods creation this I know.
See my new appearance and watch me grow.

So large and so tall, so full of beautiful grace...
In this yard I'm no longer a disgrace.

My beauty will shine, with my fall colors ahead...
Of my leaves so pretty, a bright color red.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Please watch, as I grow older.

I'm one of Gods creations for you to enjoy.
I'm speaking to you, as though, I'm just a little boy.

***Hope you like my hair cut!***