Scratched soul!

Severe pain to generous soul by lovers.

True! I am not a human,

but I am humane.

Indeed, I have no blood,

but I have a soul.

The soul: Not a flame,

but a phlegm.

Money, I have no,

but I make generous go.

My barks, full of aching arch,

don't bleed, but slit deep.

You half witty! scratch my skin,

for your kin, you urge this sin.

Accept my plea,

stop scribbling me.

My beauty is deform,

help me to reform.

You and your lover always flourish,

this is my best wish.

Grow your love, but not my besmirch.

This is my another wish.

Indeed! I am not a human

because I am a tree.

True! I am humane,

so don't make me your prey.