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The Tree

By dr0pz0fjupit3r, East Amherst, NY

I've always thought,
if this exists,
I'd like to come back to life
as a tree.
A brazen figure against wind and water,
standing alone to oversee
the world
until someone finds her among the
grass and thorns swaying in the breeze.
Then, she will become a playground,
a goal,
feel the pitter-patter of tiny shoes,
an unexpected summer rain,
running up and down her back.
Even when the sneakers are replaced
by the latest fashion,
she knows she will still have a friend,
so hard to find in this cruel world,
who uses her as a resting place
because the world is not as easy as once imagined,

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