The disappointed tree

Sun winkled through the corrupted leaves of a lonely tree as dew drops refused to shine on its wilting greens.

With a trunk gnawed null, the tree stood; between a river of disappointment and a pond of rotten amends.

Why did it still stand, from what land the wind picked its seed? The tree wondered with a crow perched on its branch effete.

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