The boy who read under the tree

I thrive

and I grow

Alive and Fresh

Alive and Well

He waters me and he 

cares for me I thrive I grow 

I love my new home I am so 

hydrated. Yet he has shelter from 

the cold endless rain as he reads under

my branches I thrive I grow. The fire was too 

strong. He has fled but he will be back. It was too late

I am weak I am drifting away I don't think I can go anymore

The time has come

to say goodbye to the

one that was there

for me. The one that 

read under the tree