The moon smiles in the air,
As the lonely tree starts to despair,
The waves roll in,
The sand never wins;
The lonely tree cries out,
As the sea starts to shout,
They cut through the grass,
Glinting in the moonlight like broken shards of glass;
The lonely tree begs for them to be fair,
But they ignore him with a quick glare,
As they bring down the ax,
And the lonely tree dies at last;
But Death is a beautiful thing,
The stars starts to sing,
Lost in the moon's laughing eyes,
And the lonely tree will never cry;
There is no other way,
There is nothing left to say,
For the tree completed his purpose,
And every little sorrow was worth it.
THE END
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Poetry"What's love, when we are in pain, how can we fly above, when there's tears streaking our face."
