What is a tree?

A thud.

Ouch.

He cut me down, with a tree’s greatest fear.

With a silent cry, I fell.

My body felt numb,

so numb indeed.

With a curse, he left me alone.

Was I imperfect?

Is that why you left me?

Why do I care? I asked myself.

You, who harmed me

Crippled me

Cut me down…

And so I didn’t care.

Not anymore.

Over the years I became hollow, soulless

My body is weary, I long to go.

Does anyone know? Does anyone care?

No, for I am just a tree.