Tree

T R E E

O J A S M E N D S E

Amazingness radiating, the adolescent tree expectantly looked up to the smiling sun,

Feeling jocund, the tree hoped it was a delectable bun,

Detecting a rustle and a tussle, he looked down at the miniature trees,

His brethren, killed by humans, must be avenged.

Remembering the sound of the cackling fire mock him as he frantically tried to escape.

Inhaling carbon dioxide and omitting diabolical oxygen,

The disturbing crack of a fallen twig forced him to look down on a human,

Seeing a superior, he hastily provided shade.

A limb, pulled down, and a finger, pulled off, left me grievously injured. Morosely, he ponders upon memories while losing stature. Alas! He is now old.

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