Alone
A
Tree
Alone
In its own
Little forest.
Many pass it by.
No one pays attention.
Because it
Refuses to make
Itself noticeable for any sake.
Never has a bird sat on its branches.
It was strong
Strong enough to survive
When all those around it had died
While it kept growing, disappointed but alive.
So much sacrificed
And yet, it is always ignored.
All it has ever dreamed of is to be known.
Maybe, just this once, the tree wouldn’t again be sad or bored.
Not loved
By any…
For it has
Too many
Needles.