I’m a tree.
A tall tree standing taller out of the rest – of the over trees.
I’m strong. I hold it all up among the ground up.
I’m tall and fine.
Days go and nights stay by.
I’m tall to hold it all but soon.
I’ll fall — I’ll fall to the ground no longer tall to hold everything up with just one hand.
I’m a tree with life and will.
But cut me down if you will. I’m a tree used for thee.
Thee who cuts, will make me fall.
Vines among my branches reaching out into the sun.
Leaves start to fall one by one.
No longer shall I stand, no longer the will of life be among the things I hold.
No more life, no more joy…
Just something for you to enjoy.
Thank you for being with me. Let us rebuild a healthy state of mind.
Love, Francesca
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