I am a damaged tree

Trying to flourish in an unknown place

To spread my frail branches

I am...

 

Alone

 

Slowly falling...

Not a magnanimous soul to rescue me

The wicked sun scalds my emerald, green leaves

The harsh wind snatches my frail branches

 

How do I endure the pain?

 

Alone

 

I want to uproot 

To unite with the other pink and white blossoming, cherry trees

But...

My feeble roots restrain me

To the orange, sandy soil

 

You won't survive

They won't acknowledge you

 

So the tree stands...

 

Alone

 

Another lonesome, gloomy night

A ferocious storm strikes without warning

My brown, scalded leaves fall and branches split 

 

I fight feebly to stand strong

But...

I couldn't stand...

 

Alone

 

So I fell.

 

A small thud.

 

Once full of beautiful, cherry blossoms 

Lays broken 

Dead!

 

The damaged tree fought to stand 

To the end 

But...

 

The tree was...

 

Alone.