I am the masked tree
When they first saw me they bowed
Back then the road was clear
As the match lit fire and soon died down
I sat growing leafs
Until my tree fell down
¨You pitiful lying blossom¨
They called me
I was the masked tree to them
But I lost the trunk
The base to my leaves
I once was a blossom
And again now
They think I am what I tried to overcome
Now I sit
Trying to regrow my leaves
It's hard when the forest took all the last leaves
I lay
A pitiful lying blossom
