A small yellow tree stood, <br />With fences round its fragile body, <br />Smoking vehicle, smoking men, <br />Blocking its supply of daily needs, <br />‘Please ignore me.’ <br /> <br />Where are the leaves? Where are the flowers? <br />Like a mutated baby, impure and rejected, <br />Cigarette butts and rotten food lied on its feet <br />The soil is hard, filthy and dried. <br />‘Please ignore me.’ <br /> <br />Every small buff shorten its life, <br />Everyday, pain erupted like mother’s labor, <br />They wouldn’t understand it, <br />For they have long forgotten it. <br />‘Please ignore me.’<br /><br />Timothy James Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tree-in-a-big-city/
