A Poison Tree - Greg Brown

I was angry with my friend

I told my wrath my wrath did end

I was angry with my foe

I told it not my wrath did grow

I watered it in fears

Night and morning with my tears

And I sunned it with smiles

And with soft deceitful wiles

And it grew both day and night

Till it bore an apple bright

And my foe beheld it shine

And he knew that it was mine

And into my garden stole

When the night had veiled the pole

In the morning glad I see

My foe outstretched beneath the tree