A Tree in the Passive Voice

I was once loved by a tree and it was loved by me in return.

I used to be greated by it as I was approaching.

My dreams were sheltered by its shade.

Its breath was filled by my breath.

My back was supported by its trunk as I had some rest 

on my way to or from places.

The only problem was that the seed 

from which the tree grew 

had been planted by the wind 

near a road. 

One day it was decided that a wider road was needed.

And my beloved tree 

was cut down

so that a wider road

could be built

and more cars

could be driven

where it used to grow.

Now the tree

is being grieved

by its human friend.

It won't ever be forgotten.

Its leaves, and boughs,

and a double trunk

will always be remembered.

The sun and rain among its leaves

will stay

alive

inside

a human heart.