Big Ol' Tree
Your words
are like the rain drops
that leave
the continous
ripples in the puddles.
You sit strong,
stiff and brave
by your opinions
just like me
But every year here
has it fall,
and you sit naked,
cold and bare,
watching every leaf
die before you.
You see everything
around you change
houses, buildings,
cars and planes.
Then as the snow clears
and the sun
it begins to rise,
a man with a chainsaw
cuts you down
and puts you away.
How I miss you big ol' tree,
standing there
waiting for me,
How I miss you big ol' tree,
standing there
waiting on me.
End The
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