i am human and i am king

i sometimes think that the tree loves me
i look at the leaves
find hope in its buds, until all these
leaves, buds,
die,
until all the leaves fall and scatter all its dead self
on the ground
where the roots have no reaction at all,
until the buds are nipped and
the world speaks nothing about it,
since, destruction and death are nothing but
normal occurrences somehow
that everything around it, the air included,
has nothing to express,
i listen, i scrutinize what is happening to me
thinking that this tree which has no preoccupation but to grow taller
and look for sunlight
is in love with me,
this mind that makes inventions, that fabricates things that
must make it a survivor,
oh well, i can think i want and leave this tree upon its
mindless existence,
after all, i am human and i am king.