While cumulating blooms in estate of me.
Something ensnare the eye of me.
It was a pen and copy abreast me.
Yearning to jot down inbetwixt you and me.

So i took a pew under the pine tree.

In a trice,
a spark of illumination Glided just infront of me.
Took a breath,
And started thinking of What happened a bit later to me.
Fathomed that it was something related to me.
Yet it is still not clear to me.

When i was sitting under the pine tree.

An inscrutable face had met the eyes of me.
Yaa....it was none other than bossom buddy of me.
Who sacrifice his life that i live life of me.
Who valued me more than me.

All this happen under the pine tree.

Reminiscing his face simpering as me,
His voice melodious as me.
That time it was adding smile to me.
Time has changed,
Now all it brings are tears to me.
Roots may need water from me.

That is why, i sat down under the pine tree.

Started crying on wyrd of me.
What a pleasure gift God has taken away from me.
People are tied up with their works as me.
Some people even trespass near me.
But no one asked me.

Why are you crying under the pine tree.

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