I stumbled,
And ate dirt.
I screamed,
And my knee,
Bled and hurt.
I looked down,
To the Earth to see,
Who the perpetrator was.
Oh, it couldn't have been,
An innocent log of a tree.
I tried to admire,
And see how nature could be.
It could be gorgeous,
It could be happy.
So this log in the forest,
Gave me joy to look at,
But it also hurt me.
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