by Cheveyo Baker

There was a girl who fell in love with a fire hydrant

The red and silver tip

There was a girl who kissed a fire hydrant

And fell so ill, so sick

There was a girl who missed her fire hydrant

While she spent her dying days

There was a girl who wished her fire hydrant

Could save her from Earth’s grace

There was a boy who loved a tree

He rustled in its leaves

There was a boy who hugged a tree

And lost his loving ears

There was a boy who praised a tree

But never heard again

There was a boy who waved at a tree

As he fell on Earth’s descend

The tree fell in love with the hydrant

And the hydrant with the tree

For only they could love each other

Not comfort those who weep

There was a tree who touched a hydrant

And a hydrant who touched a tree

There were the kids who loved the objects

But the objects were never free