Here I sit...
In a field of cotton...
A dying tree...
Long forgotten...

Life was good...
At one time or another...
There were two of us...
Just me and my brother...

We were sturdy trees...
Standing proud and tall...
Full of leaves in the summer...
Feeling naked in the fall...

Then the vines moved in...
Grabbing me all about...
It was bad at first...
Then my buds wouldn’t sprout...

They grabbed my brother, too...
He couldn’t take the vines...
They completely enveloped him...
He simply couldn’t shake their confines...

He was here one day...
Then one day, he just died...
Upon realizing I had lost him...
I just broke down and cried...

Then the winter arrived...
And the snow piled on...
When the spring finally arrived...
It was too late; I was already gone...

Now here I sit...
In a field of cotton...
A dying tree...
Long forgotten...

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