The Paper Bag

You were once a tree
Standing tall and proud
Then someone cut you down
And made you the paper bag
You are today
That holds my lunch 

You were once a paper bag
Holding my lunch with pride
Then someone tore you up
And threw you away
And made you the trash
You are today 

You were once trash
Stripped of all your pride
Then you decomposed
And from your molded matter
A tree sprouted
You made it the tree it is today

I was once a tree
Standing tall and proud
Then someone cut me down
And made me the paper bag
I am today
That writes bad poetry 

I was once a paper bag
Writing bad poetry with pride
Then someone tore me up
And threw me away
And made me the wreck
I am today 

I was once a wreck
Stripped of my pride
Then I decomposed
And from my broken heart
A tree sprouted
I am the tree it is today