For many years I have grown vegetables in my garden.
It was easy, as they were seasonal and required little
work.
I have fed myself with many delicious tastes,
And could switch to new ones whenever I desired.

At some point, my friends have convinced me that I would get
much more of a tree.
"Anything with good roots will give you more fruits with
better tastes", they said.
I tried to plant a tree near my vegetables, but in a few
months the roots killed them all.
The tree has taken over my entire garden, yet fruits I did
not yet get.

"You should wait, it is worth it" the advice came again.
So I worked hard to nurture the tree, waiting for my
reward.
I have starved at times, but my love for the tree kept me in
hope.
After all the work I put in, quitting would have left me at
sure loss.

It is not easy to fight all the threats a tree faces, not
cheap either.
The fruits come unripe, and one must wait till they get
eatable.
I have endured all, until the tree was mature.

My tree is considered a masterpiece among all those who see
it.
The fruits are the sweetest of all, and I am well fed.
It no longer requires as much work, and all seem well.

However, happiness is not here.
One taste cannot satisfy a man, we all need variety.
I miss the times of my youth,
When I had the energy to plant new vegetables whenever I
desired.

I try at times to find room in my garden and plant something
else,
But my tree gets sick as its water is taken from it, and I
must give up.
I love my tree; I would not do anything to hurt it.

I do not regret planting a tree; it is good for my age.
I just wonder if I chose the right tree,
Maybe another taste would have survived the test of times
better.
All I can do is wonder, as there is no way to know for sure.