Wham!
A tree stood tall,
Amidst a beautiful fall,
More majestic than a mall,
It always protected all.
A bird with magical blood lived in the tree,
From the time when time was free,
The tree was key,
For the bird to be.
A day when the sun was up high,
The bird felt the tree sigh,
The tree had woken up,
The bird looked up.
There was something different that day,
The tree had not yet given it away,
That it was its last day,
But the bird had just started its day.
The bird heard a thud,
It’s nest filled with mud,
In one fell swoop, it’s life blood,
The ancient tree, was dead.
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