TV channel

A big, burly pine tree grows too high for the neighborhood association.
Someone on the road above prefers their view of below has no obstructions in green shades.
Their eyes prefer an expanse without that particular shape and distraction.
Man wants a scene to look a certain way, as if it’s a channel on a TV he’s learned to depend on.

Butchered on the top, the tree has no care.
It grows sideways to darken the windows of another neighbor.
Ever so slowly changing the channel of life for a supposed brother below.