The Tree's Lament

Thu, 04/28/2016 - 10:51 -- Peremi

The trees drooped

Their leaves hung

The branches stooped

The wind sung

 

The boy’s love

Was climb trees

Others had hands in a glove

While he avoided bees

 

The trees drooped

Their leaves hung

The branches stooped

The wind sung

 

One day, the boy climbed

He neared the top

He could hear Heaven’s chimes

He never wanted to stop                                     

 

The trees drooped

Their leaves hung

The branches stooped

The wind sung

 

The bark was damp

His soles were worn

His thigh got a cramp

His mother prepared to morn

 

The trees drooped

Their leaves hung

The branches stooped

The wind sung

 

His foot slipped

He screamed in surprise

The boy’s life had been snipped

The Fates planned his demise

 

The trees drooped

Their leaves hung

The branches stooped

The wind sung

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