AN: I was listening to Dir En Grey's song by the same name while I wrote this (for a school assignment). The first two lines are based on the first two lyrics of the song, but the poem itself is not.

Dead Tree

Here is some water for the dead tree

I see its true reflection in the dirty water

Mud, dreams and aspirations

Ideals as high as its branches

It’s appearance, its gift to the world

Water seeping into the dead roots

It brings about the bloom of leaves

A faded green, a fake green

Sprouting wisdoms and truths that it does not believe

I see it, when I wish to be blind

Wooden face, bliss and understanding

Water seeps up, giving life to its’ lies

Fed fifty million times a day by those who think they know

The dead tree grows, but it knows no life

Here is some water for the dead tree

Letting it grow and overtake this forest

With its greenery and high branches

Masking the murky water within

It smiles and says it’s happy

Your smile and say you’re happy