I sit upon my tree stump
Close my eyes, enjoy the breeze
I think of when the grass was greener
And all the stumps were trees
I remember the times we had
Just my oak and me
The secrets that I told him
And how he made me free
I smile, and a tiny drop
From my eye slowly creeps
Then suddenly the floodgates
Break, and I begin to weep
My tears fall down upon
A single, lonely flower
It's sad and thin and wilting
But to me, a tiny tower
I sit back and wipe my eyes
A grin begins to spread
Until a giant leather boot
Stomps my flower dead.
 
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