An apple tree so bare.
My apples have been stripped from me.
I have nothing left.
No one bothers to sit beneath me anymore.
They only wish to clean my branches of the tasty treat I have created.
Day after day I wait for someone to care.
For someone to be grateful, instead if greedy.
They never actually see me.
They never sit to admire the way I have grown.
They use me, and wait until my treat is ripe again.
Just a thank you.
That's all I've ever wished to hear.

What if,
The definition is different
For everyone
It finds?

i was hoping that if you kissed me enough
in places where i thought i was dead

flowers would grow

but i am not a garden
and my dear,
you are far from a dose of fresh water and sunlight