Here it is!
I sat in the tree, alone and afraid,
waiting, always waiting, for the light of day.
I look to my right, a passing bird does call,
I look to my left, a giant elm does rise, impressive and tall.
Who could say why I am here?
I ask myself, as I watch my lone tear.
Perhaps you'd like to hear my tale?
Of how I had won, and how I had failed?
It all started when......
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