I am a flower in an open field,
shielded from sunlight by a lone tree.
Taking the brunt of light while I healed,
She worked hard to keep me free.
Then, one day the spore of a fungus floated by,
Landed on her flesh when it wasn’t dry.
Began to grow and form a mold,
It’s tiny roots beginning to take hold.
The tree used to look down at me with a kind smile,
Promising she’d be here for now and a while,
Saying that the field is mine to grow
Even after she grows to go.
The fungus continued to spread,
Leeching life and taking breath.
The tree started to feel ill,
Making me wonder what was nature’s will.
While the fungus continued to stay,
The grass at her feet,
A particularly strong weed,
Began to grow and entwine
This tree like a vine.
The tree protected the grass just as she did for me
However, the grass grew too much unlike me.
The grass grew closer and closer to the tree,
While I wilted in misery.
The tree promised me the future ahead,
But in the end, she chose the weed instead.
She gave the plant wealth and health from her body,
While the I was left as a nobody.
Unable to fend for myself in this world,
Losing my protector, where will I go?
I will still miss the tree
But I wished she still cared for me.
Had to get some things off my chest and I thought the best way would be to do it in poetry. Don't worry, I am otherwise fine despite the rather depressing story in the poem. I can be somewhat of a drama queen.