Alone and alien In a strange place As for others of the species there isn't a trace, Although it's alone, but surrounded by many Comfort and peace there isn't any, why is it here? instead of out there dancing in the wind without a care Why is it left to be on display, people not questioning if it wishes to stay, it's fresh and alive, and thrives in the spring, close at hand as birds fly by it and sing but instead of being able to feel that great peace alone and alien it remains without peace
Reason for writing:
Iwrote this poem for a tree who lived in a shopping mall
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