That tree
The other day, I saw a dead tree,
It’s branches broken and its roots free.
It had fallen down in a storm the previous night,
Knocked over by the wind and all its might.
No one else noticed it lying on the ground,
But I can say for sure that it made a sound.
For I saw it, and it managed to change me
Because I knew someone would see me like I saw that tree.
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