Report From the Tree

Well I am still here in the middle of this courtyard buiding.

I don't look too bad considering I am surrounded by steel and

concrete.

This thing, I think it is called a crane, swings around over my

head dozens of times each day. I sure hope nothing is
dropped on me.

This may turn out to be a building after all.  The third story and that is high as it is

supposed to go. Too bad, only those living here will be able to see me.  I hope they

take good care of me.                                  

                                                                   I wonder whose home this will be?