Time passes by like a leaf blowing in the autumn breeze
Yet here I stand, frozen in place, swaying in a desperate attempt to be seen, but unable to move forward. Rooted in the ground. Stationary like the giant oak tree.
Like parasites, those around me leech off my energy. They breathe me in, and yet wouldn't hesitate to cut me down, light me on fire and gaze into the flames with pure delight at my demise. With my last act on this earth, I vow to keep you warm as you revel in your selfish endeavors. There's nothing left but ash and dust, so throw me away if you must, in search of your next plundering conquest of your self indulging lust..