The Wilted Tree

Whilst strolling cross the alley

I saw a wilted tree

It’s roots and stems, they’ve sprouted

But unrested like me

Nuff water for it’s flourish

Nuff sunlight for its burns

And leaves on every other branch

It’s bounty awfully yearned

A few of light pink flowers

They’ve scattered and look scarce

Some fading, waiting showers,

to recolor it’s flares

And maybe some new flowers

Might bloom another day

But there’s a hopeful essence

In this incomplete bouquet

The soil beneath polluted

But baring fruit and life

Like me a stroll away from school

A walk worthy of strife

And as a wilted tree it sands

Bit’ shaken, just like me

It’s dirt can be the pinkest sand

And pretty flowers, like the sea