The Old Tree
It was there when I first moved in
I knew it was there to bring me joy
It was there when was in need of a friend
It was there when I broke my arm
I built my tree house in it
And when the storm came
He stood firm and strong
I began to wonder how old he was
I knew it was written in his trunk
But I wouldn’t dare to find out
2 years later I came home to find
The tree I loved was now nothing
For my father chopped it down
I lost my friend
I never will lay in his shade again
I wept tears of pity and sorrow
For he was gone
Then I went outside and counted his rings
I counted a hundred rings exactly
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