Some days I see a tree

That tree is me

The Wind, like life is blowing, swirling all around

But just like the tree

I remain firmly trapped in the ground

I shake, I lean, I howl, I cry

Trying to grab the attention of those around

From my tiny space in the ground

Birds, bees, even a fly scurry past me but none are aware of my silent plea

The disease ravages my inner soul

I was beautiful and green

Flowers, fruit and leaves covered me

Protecting

Others drawn to my joyful branches

My alluring scent

One by one my exquisite leaves dropped off

One by one the fruit and flowers withered away

The birds and bees picked another tree

Soon I was a stick, alone, ugly

Relief was sweet and swift as I was yanked from the ground

finally found

and thrown away