Ode to the Nectarine tree.

[muffin_gloves]

You were a nectarine tree,
So mighty and old....
And full of bees' nests, garden cockroaches and demented fungi.
You were a saviour for birds - your branches would welcome them from their weary flights.
You made my life bliss every time I peeked out the window,
To look at your blossoms and unripened fruit.
...And you shielded some of the harsh sunlight, you bastard!,
My thesis and half of the postcards and stuff in the upstairs room is going to fade like there's no tomorrow now!
You bore fruits of paradise every year,
That tasted like pure, sweet delight...
Unless the bats and possums got to them first, of course.
And then one day you decided to fall on the studio and almost kill me and Nick.
A little bit more and you would have taken most of the downstairs windows out.
And so the SES people came and sawed you down,
And wrecked the rest of the garden while they were at it.
And now you're lying a mess all over the place.

Rest in peace, nectarine tree!
(You are the second one that almost killed Nick.)

This is a bit of a crappy ode, but then, you were a bit of a crappy tree anyway.