It Wasn’t My Intention

I sat down under a tree and started to cry. 

The tree said, “Why the big tears?” 

I said, “I’m lost.” 

The tree said, “No, you’re not, you’re right here.” 

I said, “That sounds like it came out of a book.” 

The tree said, “And books come from trees.” 

I said, “But what about the Kindle?” 

The tree started to cry.