In and Out


My skin may appear rough,
But inside I am tender.

As a gentle shoot,
So can I break.

As I reach for the sky,
I sing out in pain,

For I'm cut to the quick
By every little touch.

Very soon I shall shatter
In the midst of my pain,

But no one will care.
No one will know.

For who could ever learn
To love... a tree.