My Best Friend – My Tree
My Best Friend – My Tree
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I remember a tree,
when I was three.
It was a huge one,
that can engulf someone.
In front of my house,
with birds building their nest,
The scorching sun was doused,
for the walkers to rest.
We are apart now,
I miss my tree.
Anything that I can endow,
is my love and sweet memory.