I am your seed, 

A cursed blessing for I should not be

your hopeless sapling

while you could be happy

dancing in your own leaves.

Instead I steal your water, 

drain your sap

clogged your eves 

While you could be dancing 

But why am I your seed?

A fruitless sapling, 

for I should not be

A cursed kin,

For the beauty that stands before me, 

A beauty that once was 

And now for me it was all for naught

Once a youthful tree, 

you danced and dreamed

a long time ago–

your branches gleamed, 

the leaves so happy 

for it once seemed.

The life for you 

is not the one with me 

for I should not be. 

But why must I be your seed?

You stood so tall, 

survived so many falls,

even a wind gust 

did nothing much 

to the beauty I see

And if it weren’t for me;

the hopeless sapling,

your wretched seed,

Your leaves would touch the heavens

For why?

why?

why?

Why must you stay down here with me?

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