My mom wants to cut down my favourite tree,
Burn the burden along with a piece of me,
She wants to see my roots come through,
An experiment on what ill do,
She wants to watch me weep in sorrow ,
The trees alive its got a heart but she just thinks its hollow,
You may think its weird but i feel like i can share anything with my tree,
Or maybe i just think its there for me,
All i know is it cant walk away,
And itl be there no matter what the weather or the day,
So what if god created the
earth and more,
Mother nature created trees with hearts that cant tear :) -naomi
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Im 14 years old and i write poems, im from belfast, northern ireland :) and all the poems i post are written by me <3
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