Child’s Best Friend

Nine-year-old in the night

Clung for dear life

Tear-off-your-bark tight 

To your trunk, but you didn’t mind

Through seven years you stayed

Leaves as a warm embrace 

Saying its okay 

You, wouldnt walk away

One fortnight you became five

Five final sticks to fight

the world and say its fine

But, I wish you’d mind

Three seconds dear tree 

Till you’re free of me

You won’t miss me

Course, we trashed your beauty 

Now we’re all-ones 

We’re one and done 

Yet to you I run? 

Selfish, like we’re mother and son