Dolor: Poetry of the unspoken

An Ancient Tree

An ancient tree located amidst a well-known park,
It was famous for all the writings in its bark.
The writings were all the wishes and the names of couples who did really end up together.
An ancient tree using its past to grant people's anticipated futures.

Then, there were its flowers.
Not only that it is famous for its bark, but also for what blossoms,
But there is something more special about this tree,
It blooms with indefinite and unpredictable time,
Which means that it does not bloom in a certain season, nor weather.
Who would've thought a flower could resemble an unknown future,
Yet, people anticipate its alluring unpredictability.

Then there's its leaves.
Its leaves are the most unappreciated part of this attraction.
People visit this tree either looking at its bark and carving names on it,
Or look up to admire the enchanting blossom,
But no one bothered to admire its leaves.

It's not like the leaves don't have any special characteristics,
Because it does.
It's the most vibrant amongst all trees in the city.
Each leaf, a brief moment of life, unfurls in the spring's embrace and crumbles in the autumn's farewell.
It withered multiple times this week, but people could only care less.
They could only give it a single glance in hope to see a sign of a flower bloom.

How could we admire the markings of the past and wait for the uncertainty of the future, if we can't even appreciate what we have at the moment?
A leaf can only grow once,
Once it withered, you wouldn't find the same leaf again even in the same tree,
Especially this tree whose leaves wither and grow like a seasonal cycle each day.

If I could visit that ancient tree, I would talk to its leaves.
No one else has the empathy of the neglected ovate green.
We'd have a heart-to-heart,
I'd say "I forgot yesterday's cries and tomorrow's worry when I got to focus on your ephemeral beauty",
"You are overlooked by many, but there is something legendary while living in the temporary",
"Your graceful fall signifies a new spring and never ending growth and renewing",
"There is a reason why you were emerald and never blue".

Does it make you wonder what the present would feel if between it, the past, and the future, it is the most unappreciated?
If so, doesn't it make you sad to realize that it is true?
What if I tell you that this tree exists,
Would you believe me if I say that this tree has always been living inside our head?