6 Hunger Poem 4yr

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The might of Oak that once stood strong.
Yearns for light yet night is long.
Branches searching for the touch of Dawn. Hunger grows as it traps the Fawn.
Once pure branches corrupt with sin.
A new tree stands against the wind.
Hear my voice, so strong yet thin.
No sense fighting, just give in.