Walking along a dark back lane,
I stumble on a root, feel a flash of pain.
I faint and I am falling, is it a sprain?
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Morning comes, I awake,
Lift my body with a quake,
I look up with an ache.
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The tree towered over me, a mountain in the mist,
The rain started drizzling, I felt kissed.
The green leaves kept me from getting dissed.
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I sat under that tree,
The road I could see,
Hoping someone would help me.
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I climbed it's branches, mighty and tall,
Without fear that I could fall,
But when I did I started to crawl.
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I looked up at the leaves hanging low,
And allowed myself to slip below,
In the end, I wouldn't wake at the rooster crow.
