I really loved ice cream

The cold, sweet, refreshing dessert,

Sliding down my throat,

Launching energy,

Making me jump.

The ice cream racing down my throat

At the speed of light,

Tumbling into my stomach,

Before I can taste it,

Sending chills of coldness to my brain

My stomach full of refreshments,

Almost up to my throat,

Then like a rocket firing,

The ice cream comes out again.

The tree I am is lonely and sad,

The tree I am is colorless and bare.

I stand so still, skinny, and tall,

As rain falls, slowly and calm.

Thunder strikes, and wind starts to blow,

While I stand here, all alone

By Phillip Bergqvist

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