I see you standing,
Little lone tree,
By yourself,
Do you wish to flee?
We are alike,
Little lone tree,
In the way, I too,
Wish to be an escapee.
The leaves your bear,
Little lone tree,
Are few, not many,
But they so suit thee.
I am the same,
Little lone tree,
But my leaves are friends,
And they are few, I decree!
Your body is skinny,
Little lone tree,
Which makes me wonder,
When you will be free.
My body, like yours,
Little lone tree,
Is slight, not much,
Because I always pee.
I see you hurting,
Little lone tree,
And I wish to help,
Yet I let it be.
But don’t you worry,
Little lone tree,
You’ll pull through,
Just like me.
Because, you and I,
Little lone tree,
We stand tall,
Proud as can be.
I laughed at the pee part. Like, out loud. *claps*
ReplyDeleteI love this poem, Sam! *hurgs*