Poetry

Tree

DISCALMER: THIS IS ABOUT A LITERAL PICTURE OF A TREE IV SEEN. NO STRINGS ATTATCHED.

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I was once a tree, growing big and strong from a little sprout.

It had been, weeks, months, even years before you came and sat next to the beginning of my trunk.

You came back almost everyday drawing, painting, maybe even writing.

But one day you had stopped comeing over completely.

I had gone through all 4 seasons. My leaves withered and fell off, they sprouted again and grew to be green and beautiful.

After days, weeks, even months of waiting you had returned to sit back above my roots and frolicking underneath my branches.

I was simply happy.

A couple more days had passed, but this time you had cut my branches.

I was hurt, confused, I even felt betrayed.
But I had decided you did it for the good.

Maybe you wanted more sunlight underneath my leaves?.
Maybe you needed a view of the sky for your art?.

Whatever the reason. I still thought of you as pure.

Awile more has passed... but this time you came with friends.

I was confused but I trusted in you.

They had left and you sat under my roots once again, you hugged me this time and told me your sorry.

Sorry for what?.

Half a week had passed and you and your friends were back.

You cut me down.

I was cut down for only you and your friends to see I had roten on the inside.

I was of no good use to any of you.

You all had left me there.
All your hard work for nothing.

Even the strongest trees can be weak on the inside.