I am a Tree

A Poem by Greg9119

A poem I wrote when I was going through a rough time and moving around allot from family to family

I live my life the same way as a tree,
I am planted and when I break the surface of earth into this world,
I am left alone,
my raising as a sapling is lonely and harsh,
the winters blow their winds of torment and emptiness through my leaves,
tearing away the friends of green that keep me warm,
there is no great purpose for me,
I am rooted and unmoving,
stuck where I am for others to come to me and then leave,
my trunk bears the name of the lovers who seek protection at my base,
yet my name is never carved there with another,
My limbs reach out to make swings for others,
bringing simple joy to their lives,
yet I shall never feel this simple joy,
for no swing shall ever hold me,
my bark grows strong and thick to protect me,
yet the smallest of scratches draws a tear of sap,
those with the wings of life perch on my shoulders,
singing their songs of travel and adventure,
their songs make me seem beautiful and peaceful,
but then they fly from my branches,
leaving me with no songs of my own,
just another tree rooted in the deep cold earth,
never moving to make my own songs,
as the time of life wears away at me my bark gnarls and cracks,
my insides become dry of life,
by now all the leaves that have kept me company have left,
no birds visit for i have no leaves to shade them in,
the arms that held many eventually fall to the wind,
I am eventually mulched to nothing,
having lived a long life,
yet it is never know if my life as tree existed or not,
because where I grew was soon forgotton,
and wear I fell never recognized .