The old tree on Maple Lane stood unwavering on the cold December night
that the young girl ended her plight
it creaked sorrowfully
as the child that once swung from its ancient limb
was buried on that evening so grim.
The old tree on Maple Lane danced to the rhythm of the wind
that glided all about, completely undisciplined
it flowered wonderfully
as the joyous winter that brought it innocence
was replaced with a warm immanence
The old tree on Maple Lane
had seen so much beauty
and so much pain
The old tree on Maple Lane
was completely beautiful and wise
Until it was slain.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
The old tree on Maple Lane stood unwavering on the cold December night
that the young girl ended her plight
it creaked sorrowfully
as the child that once swung from its ancient limb
was buried on that evening so grim.
The old tree on Maple Lane danced to the rhythm of the wind
that glided all about, completely undisciplined
it flowered wonderfully
as the joyous winter that brought it innocence
was replaced with a warm immanence
The old tree on Maple Lane
had seen so much beauty
and so much pain
The old tree on Maple Lane
was completely beautiful and wise
Until it was slain.
save the trees!
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