Once upon a time
A bird on a tree
Perched on a branch, too small to see

The bird hopped
Arm to arm
Peeking behind the leaves

The bird was happy
The tree and he
Or so he thought, for the tree could not speak

He found a mate
As things go
And built a nest, in its crevice

Raised his children
Through wind and rain
The tree secure, steady – safe from pain

When time had passed and his children grown
They had flown away and left him all alone

He leaned on its trunk
Weary from age
Took one last breath and passed away

The tree as always was stoic and still
It did not care
Never did, never will

Though to the bird the tree meant everything
The bird was but another that had strayed into its branches

Just like that the passing of the bird
Had no one to mourn
Especially not the tree, to whom he did not matter

As the tale shows sometimes it is better
To stay away from those who do not really bother

When one means the world to the other
It is not always the case that the feelings are mutual

So before it hurts, start to distance
Yourself from the people
Just like this tree – they don't really matter

Take flight and go far away
Find another
One who really cares – those are truly important