Nevertheless he divorced his companion

The small branch wept and wept

Oh he was in such blanch

Small branch wished the broken pieces were not kept

On a stormy night lightning struck the small branch’s heart

Her tears tasted like sour tart

She could not keep herself together

Unfortunately she could not stop the weather

She wondered why other family trees were perfect

“perfect” only suit families who stay together

For worse or for better

Perfect families here and there

Hugs, kisses, oh how they solemnly swear

Their love for each other is meaningful

Like if it were a perfect seasonal