A lonely boy who was raised up on his own
Quiet, shy, scared of the other things he would become
He loved the nature and everything around
But the people he missed could never be found
This strange tree that was growing from beneath
He stood and stared not knowing what to do
He cried and cried because this tree was a reflection of himself
Lonely, sad, something who was looking for help ,
So he took his time to sit and help
This tree grew higher, bigger and beautiful
He cried and cried just looking at this beautiful tree
The thing he thought that was a reflection of him, grew bigger and beautiful day and night
All tho the boy felt happy, he never changed and was still lonely inside.
I like your story it has a good meaning to it But can you work on using bigger words yes
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