Clouds and Smoke Disperse

For many years, I was a hollow tree where people poured out their troubles.

Yet nobody ever wondered how I became one.

It was the gnawing of worms and the wear of wind, frost, rain, and snow.

I was waiting for a woodpecker,

but all that ever came was a succession of gales.

I'm a rookie Cancer, a boy, about to start my first year of high school. I can only write during summer vacation and on weekends, so please bear with me, dear readers. If there's a scene you'd like to see, or you have suggestions for revising the story or any good ideas, feel free to message me privately. I'll carefully consider every reader's thoughts and suggestions.

P.S. That's me on the cover. W. Muah.