'Neath a tree,
I was born,
And from the tree,
I breathed.
My milk was its
Water,
My clothes, its leaves,
My food, its food.
Only thing was mine,
Was a heartbeat
That drummed
From the inside.
Men cut my tree,
And I wandered
Carrying nothing,
but my heart's drum.
I was born,
And from the tree,
I breathed.
My milk was its
Water,
My clothes, its leaves,
My food, its food.
Only thing was mine,
Was a heartbeat
That drummed
From the inside.
Men cut my tree,
And I wandered
Carrying nothing,
but my heart's drum.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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