A lonely tree
Sat beside this lonely tree is meI look up to the branches
I close my eyes and think about my chances
Inspiration standing before me
All of a sudden i feel free
Dark clouds circle around
They start to make a banging sound
Rain begins to fall
But the tree still stands tall
What it would be like to be this tree
To stand there strong and free
Poetry by danielle289
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Written on 2009-06-11 at 17:30
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