I am ice to you
I willnot melt for your stare is too indirect
I can't deny what you say
But I'll do my best to reflect;
In case you haven't noticed,
Flowers die without the light
And I am but a feeble one
Shadowed in the forest
Would you be so kind,
As to bend a little for me?
I know you are a mighty oak
And my little roots are nothing to you-
But before I became a flower
I was a mountaineer
And I planted you, little tree,
And I let you grow here
Now-
I need you to help me grow, alittle
You said I helped you so
Why won't you help me now?
I fight and fight, but I'm losing energy
And you're the tallest tree, I know you're laughing.
I gave to you, and now
You're laughing at me.
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