today the boy
who sat under the tree
did not smile at me
and he did not write
in his leather bound
notebook
instead,
he twiddled with a leaf
taking long, deep breaths
what is wrong,
dear boy,
who sits under the tree?
what is wrong with thee?
you can tell me,
boy,
you can say it all to me
boy who sits under the tree,
will you please trust me?
YOU ARE READING
tree
Short Story"there once was a boy who sat under a tree with a smile so big it put the sun to shame"
