The cancer clinic was not a morbid place
It was no disgrace to be there
After a time, we began to care
And to dare to ask: How much longer for you?
There was a giant tree
We could see through the plate glass door
It cast a shadow of doubt
About what this was all about
One day the young boy who was out of place
There
Began to swear and tear at his shirt
We could all see the tree.

Again, like a little heartbreaking and yet uplifting scene in a movie xoxoox