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the taking tree
There once was a young boy
And a tree
A glorious tree
Whose branches spread wide
And whose leaves were the deepest of green
Whose fruit was the sweetest in the world
And this tree loved the young child
More then anything
One day the child said
Tree i'm hungry please feed me
Tree gave him her fruit
But said my dear nothing in this world is free you cannot take without giving
And so the boy gave the tree his heart
And the tree took it gladly
The child grew and learned to play
One day
It was so hot and so the boy asked the tree
Tree it is hot please give me shade
And the tree cast its shadow upon him
And in return he have the tree a hug and his word
But as the boy grew he learned to provide
And he needed less and less
But the tree asked for more and more
Until finally one day
The tree said
My dearest boy
Oh my closest love
The ground is no longer fertile it has no life to give
And so the boy gave the tree his soul
He gave it his life
Under the very tree he had layed under for shade
Whose fruit he had partaken of
And the tree...
The tree realized she had lied to the boy
As its roots wrapped tightly around him
He had given and given and she had not asked
The tree just took
She remembered a day long ago when the boy innocently asked as her leaves caressed his hair
tree aren't you supposed to be like in the book?
A giving tree?
And a tree
A glorious tree
Whose branches spread wide
And whose leaves were the deepest of green
Whose fruit was the sweetest in the world
And this tree loved the young child
More then anything
One day the child said
Tree i'm hungry please feed me
Tree gave him her fruit
But said my dear nothing in this world is free you cannot take without giving
And so the boy gave the tree his heart
And the tree took it gladly
The child grew and learned to play
One day
It was so hot and so the boy asked the tree
Tree it is hot please give me shade
And the tree cast its shadow upon him
And in return he have the tree a hug and his word
But as the boy grew he learned to provide
And he needed less and less
But the tree asked for more and more
Until finally one day
The tree said
My dearest boy
Oh my closest love
The ground is no longer fertile it has no life to give
And so the boy gave the tree his soul
He gave it his life
Under the very tree he had layed under for shade
Whose fruit he had partaken of
And the tree...
The tree realized she had lied to the boy
As its roots wrapped tightly around him
He had given and given and she had not asked
The tree just took
She remembered a day long ago when the boy innocently asked as her leaves caressed his hair
tree aren't you supposed to be like in the book?
A giving tree?
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