a Sapling of a Little Girl

In those mountains of Cloudsky

Atop that peak called Dree,

Within the village of Thorn

Lived a girl and her sapling tree.

She had received it as a gift

As an acorn from a friend,

And after she had planted it

To its life she did tend.

The sapling grew, as did the girl,

Though the tree was slow to rise.

But to the girl it was the most handsome tree

Upon which she’d laid her eyes.

She’d placed it in the garden

In the village of Thorn atop Dree,

Up in the mountains of Cloudsky,

To spread oaken branches, free.

The End

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