A sweetness maker

Over the decades, he's been there,

under the same great tree,

in the gorgeous park,

at the end of the street,

but he wasn't chatting with, cuddling, comforting anyone,

but a valuable life.

Yes! A life, that's the great shady tree...

He's been sweeping,

all around the park,

making it clean and sweet,

for humming lovely bees,

he was never alone,

as the flowery, giant, tree,

stood by him in glee,

though the brown leaves fall in the evening,

the green leaves wave him in the dawn,

make his day filled with the love,

he sweeps, sweeps and sweeps...

and enjoys it with the way,

people enjoy their day,

again the stubborn wind,

come fiercely throw away,

the leaves in front of his way,

but he never tries to blame,

just takes the broom to hand,

he sweeps again in cheer,

the tree is always there,

listening to what he share,

he still stands there,

facing the wind,

despite the way it exhausts him,

it's the autumn,

thousands of leaves begin to fly,

but he is there to make the part,

sweet, neat and clean,

until his last breath says,

good bye to him!