A tree so tender, <br />So loving and kind <br />Help it to survive, <br />This cold winter drift. <br /> <br />I'm so cold and lonely, <br />In this clearing from home. <br />In the middle of nothing, <br />Away from my dear brethren. <br />The winter's upcoming chill, <br />No others to help warm me. <br />Why did the humans have to come, <br />To the home that created me. <br />They cut away my family, <br />Leaving me here to rot cold. <br /> <br />'Chop them away boys! ' <br />He did so command. <br />'Leave none but this here, <br />This one is my prize.' <br /> <br />Never again will I see my friends, <br />The ones human kind stole from my heart. <br />Why will they not take me too? <br />Is it the faries I hold? <br />I protect them now as children, <br />They are my very last hope in life. <br />I tell them to run and be free, <br />But they heed not of my warnings. <br />They need me to survive, <br />There are no more like me. <br />Without them I would die, <br />And they all know this truth.<br /><br />Brianna Wilshusen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tree-6/
