• There’s a tree in the middle of road.
    It’s a beautiful tree;
    Full of life, goals, and dreams of being big and tall.

    It’s surrounded by desert.
    The dirt and rocks show no sign of habitation.
    It provides abandonment, isolation, and hatred.

    The road runs right through it.
    More like the tree is stationed at an inappropriate place.
    How to get through is the question.

    Take the one sign of hope in a hopeless place out?
    Destroy the meaning of the future
    Just to get through the present?

    A small bird, involved with the tree.
    It made a life in the tree in hopes
    Of prosperous memories to come.

    Love is shown towards the tree from this bird.
    A friendship that is hard to comprehend,
    But is there all the same.

    Ignorant towards the road,
    The bird would rather be naïve and
    Think it lives in a perfect, trouble-less world.

    A world, so small, is hard
    To imagine it has complications.
    The bird lives in a forlorn tree in the middle of a road.

    What tribulations could possibly
    Be in the middle of nowhere?
    A place so desolated should be empty of obstructions.

    Yet along comes a machine.
    A machine to cause destruction on hope,
    And it takes the misery as a prize for itself.

    The tree stands as tall as it can,
    Becoming a symbol of independence
    And defiance rather than just hope for the future.

    A battle begins between the two,
    With the bird between them.
    Its shouts of “stop” and “please” are drowned out with battle cries.

    Rumbling and shaking,
    The bird does it’s best to hold on.
    So much anger is thrown into the battle.

    What seems like eternity
    Lasts only a few minutes.
    The machine is not able to pursue any longer.

    The bird is innocent as well as oblivious
    For it didn’t see the last
    Of the machine’s attempts to prevail.

    Down, gravity takes over and drags
    The bird down to the earth with fiery force,
    Leaving the tree alone with its victory.

    What’s the worth of a victory
    If you lose the one you love the most to get it?
    The only reason you fought, gone?

    In the desert, the tree stayed.
    It thought it would be punishment enough
    to stay alone to remind it of what went wrong.

    But what was it suppose to choose?
    Destroy hope for everyone to save it’s one and only friend?
    Sacrifice everything for the hope of others?

    Or could it have found another way,
    To help everyone live and
    Everyone keep their hope from abandoning them?

    If only it thought of that before time ran out.