Miss Willow
I sit outside in the front lawn
So old and fragile
Enjoying being surrounded by nature like lush green grass and wildlife like birds
Then I see people
and they are talking about chopping me down.
I cringe at the thought and don't want to be chopped down
But oh no
it happens
I am chopped down and distributed around the town
to be used as fire wood in peoples fireplaces
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