How do you do Mr Tree?
I've been staring outside my window for the past ten minutes. The cup of tea I've made is cold and the huge pile of homework to my right just doesn't seem to be going down.
There's this tree a couple meters in front of our house. It's been there for some years now. I see it sway through the slits in the blinds and I realize how much I've grown to like this particular tree. You see:
Mr Tree is a humble old thing,
He wears this green jacket,
And smiles in the spring.
It's not that often that you'll hear him speak,
But he's still the nicest tree you'll ever meet,
And he likes the breeze,
When the Autumn comes,
But he'd much prefer the summer's sun.
I know this isn't a fiction Friday post but I didn't want to share a poorly written part 2 of my story. So instead I came up with this.
Have you ever grown attached to an inanimate object before or is it just me?