Favourite Tree

You cried on the inside
when they cut your childhood
tree down for the fire.

You met her in nature,
a beautiful tree, you thought,
swaying in the forest.

Then you drew her in
charcoal on fine parchment,
for everything about her

was your favourite tree.

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