I took a trip down to climb the maple tree. And instead saw something I wish I hadn't seen. The dark brown wood had been tatterd and torn. So I ran my fingers across to feel the letters that bore. And I saw the two initials where I knew mine should be. And a tear fall down onto the ground. And the trees starting to laugh at me.
Poetry: Nature - Rated: T - English - Poetry/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 71 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-29-12 - Complete