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by Emma Dec 13, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Everyone thinks nature is beautiful With brown golden trees I had a friend who loved nature Who would of thought it would have ended in tears It was a normal day With a hot and bright sun There was a large oak tree That ended all the fun The wind started to increase The trees started to blow No one had an idea That my friends life would go The tree started to tear right from the roots She was not quick enough to run The tree fell on top of her And ruined all our fun Between us we moved the tree But we were sadly to late Her ribs had been crushed With nature we filled with hate We never saw her breathing But ironic can you see That the coffin that was placed into the ground Was made from wood with leaves I'll miss you