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.
