a Winds offer

a tree sat on a hill
waiting for its life to fill
a boy came up everyday
to play with him till the last golden ray
and into the night
but one day the boy got in a fight
so he went to the tree
hoping that would make him feel free
the wind whispered him an offer
one that wouldn't empty his coffer
the boy asked how
the wind said " start to swing right now"
the tree to tell him to go away
but what was the boy to say
he felt hurt and wanted it to stop
he sat on the swing ready to hop
the wind reassured him that soon there will be no pain
this is all for your gain
the tree protest but the wind contested
the boy started to cry
because he finally understood he was about to die
swinging back and forth
hopeing he will travel north
the wind screamed the time is now
stop crying like a gutted sow
the wind went to the tree
to set the boy free
he broke the branch the swing was on
and down went the little son
the tree cried for the boy
who died because he no longer felt joy
but he sees the boy every night
to make his being bright
he sits with the tree
now that he is truly free
no hurt no pain
cause in life he had nothing to gain
but in death
he has all day to play and rest
but every night he goes to see the tree
he realized he isn't free
 life is freedom for you to choose
but in death all you truly feel is blue
all it is is your final judgement
and awaiting you final punishment