Trees (Sonnet Version)

Oh, thorny branch of tree, high up, it sees

A villain there and his captive victim;

Fury, it wants to smack him into trees,

Move her away from him, she is too dim

To notice the trouble all around her.

Faces of gnarled bark cry teardrops of sap,

When they see that girl walk into danger;

Their bobbing heads full of hair do hold back

From showering the two, those wild people,

With leaves, deadly arrows of angry pain.

The one only way to free such a fool

From that man’s devious hands, fake but cool.

The End

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