He sat serene.
It was his tree,
every branch, every leaf.
And today he sat in his tree,
staring up at the sky.
He heard voices below him.
Looking down, he saw a group of creatures
at the foot of the tree.
They were lobsters bearing roses.
“How are you?” he called.
One, the leader of the group, answered,
“I was fine before the music went wrong.”
He was sincerely sorry for the lobster,
so he picked an apple to throw to the poor creature.
That was no small feat.
Seeing as his was an oak tree.
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