This blue funk is going to last longer than I thought. I just cannot find the energy. I mean, I am Zapped. And so tired. I guess one does get sick of things eventually. Writing just this much leaves me almost physically sick ! Maybe I will be able to return. Maybe I can write, some time
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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