There was a tree
In the old town
It bloomed in the spring
Before it burned down
There were few who knew
What caused it to fume
The tree of Old Town
Started life small
But as it grew older
It became tall
The tree would shake
From the wind
Whose strength made the tree
Feel like it was skinned
The tree was made weaker
So life looked bleaker
Yet all its fellow trees
Seemed to avoid its needs
The tree grew sad
For no friends it had
So when life got bad
It became nothing but mad
It was hollow inside
Because of the feelings to hide
There was no guide
To help it to speak its mind
So the anger just grew
Till it started to fume
The fire just spread
Like butter on bread
Till the tree
Was nothing but dead
It seems to me
That not all is free
As I think of this tree
That now is debris
(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson
(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson
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