The Fallen Tree
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Category : Poems
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He was too old?
He was too sick?
He could no longer,
keep...
himself upright.
Even,
in the sunlight.
Poor little tree,
maybe,
are you suddenly free,
...... now.
Freedom!
Certainly,
one of a kind.
They will..... NEVER,
cut,
you down.
NEVER.... put you,
away,
as a lost log,
in a little downtown.
