The Tree

Sat, 04/06/2019 - 20:14 -- Cullan

If I was a tree, I’d be a lonely one

Waving at people as they go by

It’s a hot afternoon, the rays of the sun

Make me grow up, but this tree will still cry


50 years later, of standing so still

The tree gets a neighbor, happy he is

He watches the seed grow, to big from lil

The tree is no longer lonely, happy he is


50 years later, the time is done

The other tree is burning down

The life of the tree is no longer fun

Without the company of the tree in town 

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