In the heart of Sierra Leone, where stories are spun,
Stood a majestic cotton tree, basking in the sun.
Its towering branches reached for the heavens above,
A symbol of strength, resilience, and love.

But fate, with its whims, dealt an unexpected blow,
The cotton tree's mighty branches began to bow.
From its once-proud crown, a fracture did appear,
As if the weight of the world had become too severe.

With a mournful crack, the tree's top did descend,
Leaving only fragments of what once did transcend.
Broken and fallen, yet a poignant sight to behold,
The cotton tree's story, an irony untold.

For in the remnants that remain, a metaphor lies,
A reflection of life's complexities, under sunny skies.
The fallen top signifies the burdens we may bear,
The trials and tribulations that we bravely share.

But behold, amidst the broken branches and decay,
The roots stand firm, a symbol of hope's pure ray.
Embedded deep within the earth, they firmly clasp,
Anchoring the tree's legacy, the...