A lonesome lady planted a seed.
She took care of it in her interest.
She was even having fun with it.
The seed grew into a healthy tree.
It bloomed flowers and smelled so good.
The lady was so happy because she gets the happiness from it.
But as the time passes by, she didn't like it anymore.
She was already bored.
The lady was so tired of seeing the same tree everyday.
The same flowers and the same smell.
The same routine.
But the tree kept on blooming more beautiful flowers.
It even bore delicious fruits.
But the lady was already tired.
So, she chopped the tree down and turned it into firewood.
She burned every part of that poor tree.
The lady left it in the back burner while the thick, black smoke went up.
The tree was quickly turned into ashes.
The lady found another seed and planted it again.
She did the same thing.
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Notapoem
PoetryA book that contains my old and recent poems that shares different thoughts and emotions. The book was planned to contain one hundred pieces of written poetry to be considered as a successful work.
