Pity the TreeA Poem by Cool GirlA poem about a tree
Pity the tree
That stands all alone Unaware of its beauty Unaware of its own Pity the tree With no eyes to see, With no ears to listen, That shall never meet me. Pity the tree That has no train of thought No lessons were learned No lessons were taught Pity the tree That knows nothing of past Or future, or present, No memories last. Oh but the tree Has no reason to worry. It doesn't love, it doesn't feel, Oh how I wish I were a tree. I'd have no more math to do, I'd have no chores to complete At me, nobody would yell At me, nobody would speak Oh, woe is me Why wasn't I born a tree? A tree... a tree... But no, I couldn't be The tree will never sing The tree will never laugh The tree will never play The tree will not make friends So pity the tree, The wonderful tree. The tree, so bright, lightens the town The people stand in awe, they all are astound But the tree doesn't know, Nor shall it ever The tree shall be clueless Forever and ever Yes, pity the tree That shall live until old With nothing to have With nothing to hold Yes, please pity the tree That stands all alone Unaware of its beauty Unaware of its own © 2016 Cool GirlAuthor's Note
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