It stood stiff and straight.

Failing to safeguard its body and soul,

Which were not of much weight.

Seeking for silence

Amongst a crowd of commotion.

Trying to sear its skin,

Desiring self-destruction.

Is it the growing inhumanity in human beings?

Or the high hopes of these green living things?

Alone and aloof,

Withered and wilted.

Breathing free

Was the only dream of this desolate tree.

It stood stiff and straight.

Failing to safeguard its body and soul,

Realizing they are indeed too much of weight.