After years of growing- After a hundred years- After being out in the wilderness And watching the birds and the squirrels make a home of my branches I've been chopped down, cut to pieces, separated from myself. And this is what you use of me? Iยดve been stapled to 99 other pages, shoved between plastic or cardboard, And left on this empty shelf to be alone. Im blank, unused, wasted, You could draw on me... but NO! the least you could do is fold me into a paper airplane so i can fly like the birds that once lived in my branches so i can be whole once again.