Today was bad. When I say bad, I mean bad. Like in nasty, stupid, screwy. Whatever. Got that hell of an anger frothing and gnashing within me. It is very well talking about life and dignity and you know what, nobody, but nobody, really gives a damn. Not that I care.
The tree was fine when I saw it last time. I don't quite recollect how long ago that was. I do recollect the tree was fine. Now I see it again. All shrivelled up, The glorious leaves gone, So too the pride. It looks old, Maybe feels old, wasted, useless What happened to you, old friend? What bolt of destiny struck you down. I doubt you will ever hold that head up again Against the sky, against the wind, against time. But don't you worry. We are with you. Shrunk, shrivelled, shaken down No matter. We are with you.
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