Sans the Sky

She was a tree

Planted not by a stream

But on a mountaintop

Never seen

Sans the birds

And the

Rain-heavy clouds

Which couldn’t care if they tried

If she cried

Or her roots died

Instead they were the abusers

Who used her branches

Without purchase or gratitude,

They were villains

Wandering over skies

Causing Storms that left her

Less grounded,   to die

Confounded as to—why me?

Afraid because she tilted with

Even the gentlest of winds

She was a tree

In a precarious position

With cause to fall, and

The mountaintop killed her

But with all the other trees

In forests below,

No one cared

                        Sans the sky

Who without

The permission of clouds,

Could not cry