physical manifestation of distress

This is where I was firmly planted.
Like a tree I stood
my arms raised toward the skies.
I was begging to be saved,
the impending storm
would strip me naked, that
only my fingertips would have leaves.

Bending to the direction of the seasonal wind,
I bore the different colors of time,
that when these people took a taste of my fruits,
they knew not, that these
were fruits of my sorrow.


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