My dear friend named Hi

Deranged poem about a utterly confused child

Out in the snowy field was I
Playing along side my tree friend named hi
Mother and father would let words escape their lips
Words that talked about the inner twist I had
Poor father would beg me to leave my friend hi
Mother too
I just merely sat there and played some more

I played…and played
Time moved quite fast
While I played with hi
No one could hear him speak
Only I

Twas winter once again
Looked out of the dusty window
To notice something odd
I go out into the snowy field
To realize dear hi was gone

Torment was on my face
My eyes let out rivers
No mere oak could replace that one friend I had
No mere oak…