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I sit here by the tree.
To tired to stand.
The waves rush in,
The water grows deep
and I sit here by the tree.
I like to feel the waves around me,
I like to feel them gently rock me.
I like to sit and watch the shore around me,
with no though on my well being.
I sit here by the tree,
Too tired to climb.
The water grows deep, almost to my chin.
I sit here alone, by the tree.
The branches call out to me,
''To Climb! To Climb!'' they say,
Telling me to escape my watery fate.
I sit here by the tree, remembering.
Remembering when I wasn't so tired,
when I would climb.
But when that branch failed me once,
and I fell.
I did not like the fall, and fear it again.
I sit here by the tree.
Too tired to swim, as the waves overcome.
The branches of the tree I once sat beside,
They call out to me,
''To Swim! To Swim!''
But my legs do not move. My arms do not move.
I never bid them to.
I sway side to side
Breathing in water
To tired to swim, to tired to climb.
All alone.
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