This narrative poem is influenced by an event in my childhood. My neighbors and I planted trees behind a very old wooden gate we never seemed to use. Eventually, those neighbors moved, and my brother and I forgot about the trees as years passed. Before we moved from that neighborhood, however, my brother and I found our way back to the trees, and we carved our names on their trunks so the next family, soon to be living there, could understand their importance.

The bittersweet message portrayed in the text demonstrates how to the trees, we were harming their young and degrading them, but even still they wished for our care and attention. To us though, we wanted to encourage the growth of nature even though were challenged with the business of life. Our reflection and remembrance at the end of the poem shows the actuality of how many see nature; we take in it's beauty and wish to prevent its downfall, but at the end of the day it's not necessarily a priority in daily life. The trees cannot always take care of themselves, especially when needing to combat deforestation and pollution, so their desires of remembrance display how they'd rather be thought of and harmed rather than completely forgotten.