How can one moment, you be so sweet
And the next, you are sour, stale, and bleak?
You are moody with out reason
winds that should not have an affect on you
fruit that is intentionally harmful
so easily Come forth
Your promises are many and self fulfilling
Your seeds are vain and in search for fertile ground
Natures' definition of you is confused as well
No evidence of the soul that was once there exists
Your eyes are permanently closed from all the evil you have dealt
Rooted deep and unreachable, you have grown
Only the shell of a trunk remains
No visitors embrace your shabby limbs
Alone you continue to survive through the thriving seasons
Set in your core.