The Old Tree!

Right in front of the house stood an old tree
She talked to her shadow at times when free
Still believes she is on a fruit-producing spree
Little did she knew her age past century three

Selflessly she bore fruits, didn't rest a while
Fed all like offsprings, never turned volatile
Limited resources, brought them up her guile
Whole day she busy but always wore a smile

The tree is old and weak, no more offers seen
Turned pale yellow her leaves, from green 
She now worthless, faded away the sheen
Even forgot entirely how her life has been?

Weak, her fall a threat, let us cut her off!
No, let's try replant, from here send her off!
Out of our sight, the pain, the tension is off!
Opinions plenty, all excited to see her off!

Green remains not, sure to turn yellow pale
Realize, all measured with the same scale 
Respect the age, behave, boost your morale
Reap whatever you sow, the moral of the tale

Sree....