Tree

A lonely tree springs from a seed,
Blown from afar by cruel winds,
It has no shelter from the storm,
No forest, family, or home,
Although it has no single thing,
It is a happy tree indeed.

For when its fruit has blossomed forth,
And branches strain beneath the weight,
The birds shall not resist the lure,
The tree of loneliness they'll cure,
For with their help it will create,
A forest from the fertile earth,
To keep it company forever.

Deserving

So many times I've been oppressed,
By gossip, lust, and poor advice,
That I've been chronically depressed,
Lamenting this- my lot in life.

The children's laughter does not reach,
My ears, which have been so abused.
With hate, and spite, by vulgar speech,
Of every crime I've been accused.

The chains that bind me have no name,
My jailors have no mortal form.
I have only myself to blame,
I am deserving of their scorn.