Small and unassuming, you would be downed by the fell of my trunk.
I remain upright for fear of the saw.
You claw into my bark and drain me of my wildlife.
Could it have been the sap?
Or merely the scratching of those insects within?
Nevertheless, you tear off my leaves.
I remain docile for fear of the bruise.
You claw into my scalp, draining me of my sanity.
Could it have been my fault?
Or merely my mental state a target?
My wildlife drained.
My body violated.
Cut into submission.