Like a dead oak tree, there is no life in me. I stand tall and have yet to fall, but still no life, you see?
I was born in a desolate area; began as a single seed. I was different from the rest of these trees of this common type of breed.
Many thought they knew about me as I may have appeared; I had leaves full of life and stood tall against fear.
I gave shelter and comfort; was understood by few. Others loved me for who I was but most used me for my attributes.
I had no problem with it, for it gave joy to the world; from all who came to me and stated they loved me, I only felt it from one girl.
This one person, ever so kind, was one soul I thought I'd never find.
Someone who took care of me and helped my life go on; the pureness of water, her innocence I was very fond.
The rich, healthy ground, her foundation so steady; the air that she breathed into me was anything but petty.
Though the elements took their toll, close like bonds we made; she was my tree lover as I was her shade.
We encountered the world together and made it through the rain. We shared big parts of our lives; both beauty and pain.
I had her name carved onto me for the whole world to see, but time moved on while I stood still; now she's experiencing the world without me.
Now I'm alone with no one to watch over me; alone in this valley where there are no other trees.
So now my leaves are gone; now my life withered away. I let the elements take their time day by day.
Very few still come by, but see how different I am now; they see I've changed and they think they know how.
Like most trees, they grow and wither over time; they don't get their vital nutrients or lack the beautiful sunshine.
But me, I'm a different breed; not a whole lot of needs. I chose to go down the path of my slow demise instead of being overtaken by weeds.
Through the roughest of winds and the harshest of storms, I stand tall though I'm broken and torn.
I appear lifeless and little to give to you, but I still serve some type of purpose that's understood by few.
I'll take on the elements till I am cut out from this world; but I'll always remember the ones who gave me life, my closest friends and family, and one special girl.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
Like a dead oak tree, there is no life in me. I stand tall and have yet to fall, but still no life, you see?
I was born in a desolate area; began as a single seed. I was different from the rest of these trees of this common type of breed.
Many thought they knew about me as I may have appeared; I had leaves full of life and stood tall against fear.
I gave shelter and comfort; was understood by few. Others loved me for who I was but most used me for my attributes.
I had no problem with it, for it gave joy to the world; from all who came to me and stated they loved me, I only felt it from one girl.
This one person, ever so kind, was one soul I thought I'd never find.
Someone who took care of me and helped my life go on; the pureness of water, her innocence I was very fond.
The rich, healthy ground, her foundation so steady; the air that she breathed into me was anything but petty.
Though the elements took their toll, close like bonds we made; she was my tree lover as I was her shade.
We encountered the world together and made it through the rain. We shared big parts of our lives; both beauty and pain.
I had her name carved onto me for the whole world to see, but time moved on while I stood still; now she's experiencing the world without me.
Now I'm alone with no one to watch over me; alone in this valley where there are no other trees.
So now my leaves are gone; now my life withered away. I let the elements take their time day by day.
Very few still come by, but see how different I am now; they see I've changed and they think they know how.
Like most trees, they grow and wither over time; they don't get their vital nutrients or lack the beautiful sunshine.
But me, I'm a different breed; not a whole lot of needs. I chose to go down the path of my slow demise instead of being overtaken by weeds.
Through the roughest of winds and the harshest of storms, I stand tall though I'm broken and torn.
I appear lifeless and little to give to you, but I still serve some type of purpose that's understood by few.
I'll take on the elements till I am cut out from this world; but I'll always remember the ones who gave me life, my closest friends and family, and one special girl.
