How quickly life changes. She said. She had reason to say that. Six months ago, when I had seen her last, she was as pretty as ever. Now cancer has eaten its way into her brain. Chemotherapy has devastated her body. Only the old fighting spirit remains. And the humor.
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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