A longtime addition in the park
A tree without its bark
There, standing true and strong
Yet something so very wrong
The roots, planted so long ago
Nurtured, watered; set to grow
But missing its protective cover
Like being in love without the lover
So much feeling for the tree
But it has an ache that few can see
It longs to have some connection
To feel love, warmth and protection
For the tree is dying inside
A fact that it cannot hide
It’s left to wither and moan
Too much of life it feels alone
It simply wants to leave its mark
On the heart of the one who ignored the bark
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