The Tree's Lament
The trees drooped
Their leaves hung
The branches stooped
The wind sung
The boy’s love
Was climb trees
Others had hands in a glove
While he avoided bees
The trees drooped
Their leaves hung
The branches stooped
The wind sung
One day, the boy climbed
He neared the top
He could hear Heaven’s chimes
He never wanted to stop
The trees drooped
Their leaves hung
The branches stooped
The wind sung
The bark was damp
His soles were worn
His thigh got a cramp
His mother prepared to morn
The trees drooped
Their leaves hung
The branches stooped
The wind sung
His foot slipped
He screamed in surprise
The boy’s life had been snipped
The Fates planned his demise
The trees drooped
Their leaves hung
The branches stooped
The wind sung
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