When you lose something, you finally realize how much you loved it, and how much it meant to you. When it is laive, you may ignore it, or abuse it, or even think you hate it. Maybe none of the above, perhaps you loved this thing so much, and you never thought that it would ever be gone.
There was a turtle
I named him THUG
i loved him so
he hung around in the field
and listened to my words
i put him in a cage, and yet he did not eat
i let him in the wild
and met him every day
he layed in the field
never touching water
i knew him for three years
and then spring came again
i saw him in the pond
i smiled again
THUG is back!
i walked over
and to my suprise
his mouth was foaming
he had drown
he was stuck in water plants and pollution
he was missing a leg
his stomach was bloated
his head fully stuck out looking quite bad
tears filled my eyes
i lost a dear friend
the one that listened
the one i loved
and he was dead
i buried him
in a box
i left notes all over it
and put plants and apple blossums all inside
i said good bye
and covered his box with dirt
i left his tomb
knowing he was gone forever
just a turtle right?
no
a friend
i would never forget him
and now i will remember him with a happy heart
even if my eyes water sometimes
he will always be my friend
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