rubbish tree

an orange recycling bag
slowly began to sag

filled with rubbish

from a branch it hung

high up it clung 

to a weak wooden limb

rubbish adorned him

and certainly tree
he looked forlorn 

certainly tree
he wished a storm 

would blow the bag away 

for he couldn't remove 

it himself, he was a tree

and tree only moved 

with the wind-

don't worry
rubbish tree 

don't worry about the rubbishy

rubbish that claims you

it will soon be gone
you're wooden arm belongs
to you alone-
respect.