Save me/Drown

By Finn E. Morr

Look at the sky,
Look at the clouds.
The trees reach,
Only to be turned down.
Am I doomed too?
To grow old,
Leaves fade to brown?
The trees speak,
Yet most of them frown.
The world spins around.
Everyone passes me by.
I need only one person;
To save me,
Turn me around,
Before I drown.

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