I look in at you, see you staring back,
I sway in the breeze, loose my leaves,
I change my clothes in the form of my leaves,
I hold hands with others that stand by my side,
I don't miss either day or night,
I am always awake looking at you,
Wishing I could run away like a kid mad at her parents,
But I just sit here every waking moment,
Dying and dying,
Then a dog comes and pees on me,
I pet the dog as it leans on me,
Maybe I can play catch in the park,
But nobody cares about me,
I am just a dying old tree.
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