The Lonely Tree

Somewhere in the local park, in a place where nobody looks,
There’s a tree growing, quietly and slowly.
It’s not a very big tree at all.
It’s surrounded by others, their massive trunks blocking the view of it.

I always give it plenty of water,
A bit of fertiliser here and there,
And I always make sure it gets enough sunlight,
despite the other trees.
But even so, it’s still just a tiny little tree,
Hardly noticeable amongst the brush.

Sometimes I wonder if there’s a point to it.
Why is that tree still there?
Nobody ever comes to this part of the park.
And it might look nice, but
It’s just too tiny and too small,
Too surrounded by the other trees
To even be noticed by most.

I wonder – Will it just stay a tiny tree?
Will it ever grow big enough?
Or will it live out the rest of its days,
A tiny little insignificant tree,
Which only I seem to care about.

But still I come back to water it, to keep it alive.
I don’t know why I do it anymore,
But I know that nobody else will.

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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