Theorem The Truth Serum
Willow Trees - Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum
I miss the carefree days among the willow trees
whose green hair grew wild and jungle-like.
She didn't mind when I plucked a whip from her scalp
or when I grabbed a bunch of them to fashion
a rope that in which we used to swing on.
The willow tree, she was a kind babysitter
who didn't mind our abuse towards her.
She let us play upon her freely.
Oh how I miss those days at the park
with the willow trees, wild and free.
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