I am nothing now
I have worn my battle scars
My trunk is chared from years of burns
There are scars through and through
Covering the vastness of my wood
Aged and withered
Struggling to survive
New leaves bud out
A sign of hope
But I'm blackened to my roots
Once natural and whole
Now striving for social perfection
I have lost it all
The children can no longer play in my beaches
They are too frail
No longer do artists sit under me and draw
For I am a failour, too ugly to be seen
I am worthy of nothing but to be burnt
                  Again