Sitting under the tree that is now almost lifeless.
Thinking of the time that used to be green.
it's nothing more than a mere wood with few leafs
that the water has abandon it, for years.
It keeps dying, with sadness.
wishing the water returns to feed it.
unable to accept stranger's help.
take few drops to keep on barely living.
waiting for the water to return.
believing the river will be filled with water.
believing that one day everything will be alright.
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