The Pancake Tree

pancaketree

Under the sun, in a forest with one tree,

in a dense place where it’s hard to find and rare to see

There is standing a weird one: the pancake tree.

In loneliness it continues invisible work

Trying to provide forgotten, empty, lost souls

But all that happens, is that it’s freshly baked pancakes

fall in to the deep black never ending holes.

 

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