I Am A Tree Poem by Isabella Buttacy

I am a tree standing alone
in a field -- there's no one around me,
only myself and the wind that blows past
carrying the seasons,
carrying the weather,
carrying the change,
all things that I cannot see.
In my solitude I weep for
someone to approach me --
and when I grow weary of that,
my branches are shrouded by the
leaves of false joy.
I long for flowers that bloom
of real happiness -- for I am not alright

I am a tree standing alone
by a river -- I constantly absorb the water and
consume it so that it would
bring me satisfaction,
bring me peace,
bring me life,
all things that I need to thrive.
I must absorb your water --
for I cannot sustain myself --
though I feel like a burden to you
just because I need to survive,
to get through this season of the
vague ambiguity we call life,
but don't let me be a bother.

I am a tree standing alone
in a forest -- I am surrounded
by others, many others who
leave me desperate,
leave me heartbroken,
leave me alone,
all things that get too much to bear.
I cannot stop you from bringing
these things to me -- for it is your choice.
But how I long for someone to bring me
something else.
I crave another tree to approach me and
prevent my misery,
once and for all.