He stands and stares at her beauty,
Her intoxicating touch as he provides support,
His roots dug firmly into the Earth,
As he joins her in her lonely solitude.
She begins to learn from him,
And his wise years,
But he never speaks and neither does she,
As she stands beside the mighty oak tree.
One step closer to him,
And the whirring begins,
The adrenaline as she runs,
One lonely oak tree.
The girl lies alone,
Friendless once more,
You murdered her friend,
And her despair belongs to you.
One lonely girl,
Next to the root of the tree,
Will you cart away the next one?
Who is friends with me.
