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Wild Rowan
Across the desert and the sea
There was
A virgin forest that was savagely free,
Then came the day where
A rash young queen was sent to pick a tree,
Between all kind of trees
Big, vivid and green
Oak, maple and aspen.
In this dark wood
The young lady stood,
She picked this wan tree
A little rowan tree
That was barely seen
Isolated
Excommunicated
Been bewitched by its icky fruits
Its pallid leaves,
Decided to cherish
And not let it perish
Sniggers of the other plants
Were loud
For picking this chesty arrogant tiny tree
Everyone was disappointed by the queen’s choice
No matter what
She loved it
They tried to convince her to cast it away,
The more they asked
The more she got attached
Oh what a young tree
How much she loved this tree
This cynical tree.
This wild beauty wasn’t meant to be loved
Neither to love
She hated the queen
Or perhaps shammed it.
Months of trial
Torture and misery
Were spent
And that’s when eventually
The queen decided to set the rowan free
Free from her castle
Her mind
But could never set it free from her heart
Not only a tree
Not just a wild rowan tree.
And that was the end of
The queen's first love,
An abnormal love.
Rowan
Oh dear Rowan
What did you do to my queen
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