Ode to the Tree To the tree I visited so long ago, I’m coming back to learn all that you know. I remember where you were planted and what street you were on, So that someday, your wisdom I could call upon. I’m walking this time, to a place I know where, I’m walking this time, in weather that’s quite fair. I'm passing tall black city buildings and even they don’t scare me, All the snow has gone and the smoke has cleared, so clearly can I see. This time the sun is out, enlightened I’m ready to be, I want to know all you know, so off I am to you, the tree. I want to know more about ages past, I want to know more.... what's this? Oh, dear tree of old ages you knew, Who on this green earth did this to you? One so ignorant to know not what you meant, Now, lost in the depths of time, your stories were sent. Alone, here I am, standing not next to a tree, So much you knew, now who will teach me? Your branches of old majestic wisdom are spread on the ground, Now all these memories are silent, cursed not to make a sound. I had once feared this but removed the thought from my head, My fears have come true, you were chopped down dead. Although you were, in fact, just a tree, You were a lot more, it seems only to me. So out walking to a place that is never there, I will on the morrow Trying, hoping, to find a tree, or anything, to relieve this sorrow.Birth sign: Cancer
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