Ode To A Tree And Love Poem by Noen Muti

I am like the tree, unbidden, rooted to this earth,
Planted without plea, without the choice of birth.
When thirst's cruel claws rend my verdant frame,
I'm blamed for every leaf I can no longer claim.

In my silent struggle, reaching for the sky,
I wither in the drought, and no one questions why.
Every fallen leaf, a testament to pain,
A sacrifice for heights I strived, yet never could attain.

The tree dies quietly, in its quest to touch the blue,
As I love her simply, purely, in a manner true.
Without grand gestures or elaborate show,
My heart reaches for her, like roots that deeply grow.