Platanus Occidentalis

Bessie, Honey, and Lee Three old sycamore trees Along a river with the one The only man who hadn't run The women were ate, The men died late But now at one hundred He was the only one unhunted Bessie, Honey, and Lee His only sources of glee They kept him company As good as they could be He stroked them, kissed them Imagined they were real He reached out for her hem But that he couldn't feel He cuddled them, loved them They were his Until one day He saw a crow, not a liz Lighting struck Bessie dear Oh, no! Oh, no! The end is near! He tried to keep her Water her and clean her But then she died To his surprise Devastated, he loved Honey and Lee But Lee became a fungus tree He tried so hard to make her live He couldn't, but he tried, he did Honey was left Honey so dear Until Honey Gave her last cheer The man was in pain With no love and refrain He curled up with Honey And he was gone.