The Old Tree

The tree I used to climb;
It stood fierce and tall;
The tree I used to climb;
Like it would never fall.
It was strong;
With leafs, so green;
Fighting storms,
The wind never wins.
I sat in the tree;
It stood there fierce and tall;
The tree I used to climb;
Like it would never fall.
It stood strong, gracious;
Playing with the winds.
Then autumn came,
Leafs, so brown, began to fall;
The tree I used to climb;
Standing fierce and tall.
Brown and orange, yellow and green;
All leafs on the ground;
Beautiful to be seen.
All were from the autumn tree;
Playing with the winds and rain;
All were from the autumn tree;
The wind let his colourful leafs float free.
The tree I used to climb;
Standing fierce and tall;
The tree I used to climb in;
Like it would never fall.
All leafs had fallen;
Winter, with snow so white;
And his nights, so cold;
Blew his icy winds;
The winds tortured the fierce tree;
The tree had grown grey and old.
Fighting the storms;
The winds, so cold;
Fighting the storms;
The tree, so old.
Winds blew, branches shattered;
Like breaking bones.
The branches broke;
The storms had given the final stroke.
The tree I used to climb;
No longer fierce and tall;
The tree I used to climb;
Gave his final breath;
The leafs no longer green, nor orange;
Just rotten,
Lay there,
Cold,
Dead

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