On our Mother Earth, there lies a desert
a scab of sand set softly on its surface

On this here desert, there lies a tree
the sole survivor of its species

On this lonely, lurking tree, there lies a fruit
a message-in-a-bottle to no one in particular

On this rotting, hopeless fruit, there lies a fly
hoping to save sustenance and see another day

On this frantic, fuzzy fly, there lies a seed
a cry for help from the lonely, lurking tree

On this seed, there lies a thought and a wish
for someone to see
the lonely, lurking tree