Dearest tree,

Bark to heart you grow.
Uncomfortably askew
To eyes that fail to see your
Struggle and the resulting
Majesty with which it crowned you.

Not my eyes. I see you.

Such a journey. So many of your kind have
Lost to the uncaring brutality of nature and the
Small minds of men and their ambition.

Surviving only to provide comfort to the universe
Untainted by deserved spite. Destined
To fall and return to Earth.

You are at peace.
You bring me peace.
I will deserve it.