We have lots of trees, one of which is very generous. Every fall this elm covers our neighbor's yard with an elegant layer of golden leaves.
"I'm retired and tired," our neighbor said, "and I don't have time for these leaves. I'm going to cut down my oak tree as well. I don't want to work anymore."
My giving tree, so used to the morning shade provided by the oak, droops her remaining leaves in sadness, and then releases the next cadre of leaves in protest, as if to say, "do we not see the gifts that we receive?"