On the back of a tree
a boy sits sadly.
He wants a friend,
but all avoid him.
With a toy in hand,
he plays with quiet joy.
No one beside him,
he feels like he’s in a cage.
Even when he reads a book,
he is still alone with silence—
just the soft rustle of leaves,
whispering through the tree
On the back of a tree a boy sits sadly. He wants a friend, but all avoid him. With a toy in hand, he plays with quiet joy. No one beside him, he feels like he’s in a cage. Even when he reads a book, h