Amidst the urban sprawl and skyward dreams, A noble tree stands, cloaked in ancient schemes. Its shadow sprawls across the concrete glow, Yet time commands it now, it's time to go. The paper dance begins, the permits sought, With ink and seal, bureaucracy is fraught. An estimate is whispered through the leaves, A promise etched in air that no one grieves. To pull the roots that delve so far and deep, And lay the titan down for its final sleep. From earth to sky, its story thus concludes, In balance kept, where nature's path alludes.