The tree with no face...

I look across at

a tree in my yard

the outsides rough

the insides hard.

The leaves are big

the branches are small

the bark is breaking

the trunk is tall.

I look real close

I see a hole

empty and dark

as if some soul.

I walk toward it

and fill the hole

I fill the hole

with something more.

This tree needs love

it doesn't need slaughter

this tree needs care

it needs more than water.

As life passes by

the tree stays the same

it cried for help

but no one came.

The rain begins to fall

the air matches the sky

it is now as if

the tree has begun to cry.

It sits there now

alone and I see

thats this lonely tree

reminds me of me...