My youthful roots,

firm, yet exposed,

ground my slender trunk -

concealed by taut bark,

already defaced by humankind.

My elongated, twiggy branches

extend towards the heavens,

not in surrender,

but in a silent plea for healing tears

from above.

A cleansing shower

of nourishment to my very essence,

causing growth.

Manifesting blossoms in my foliage,

my inner beauty is exposed...