Poetry

The leaves in the tree

You see that tree?
That's the tree that started you and me,
That's the tree we planted in steps one, two, and three.
That's the tree where we came to be.
That tree.
You see the leaves?
The finished outcome of what we achieved,
I never knew you where one to deceive.
But you took them away like a cult of thieves,
The leaves.
What are we now?
This I can't allow,
I had made a vow,
But now I hate thou,
What we are now.
Nothing...
Just like the leaves,
That were once in that tree.