Day No. 312: That tree in the park.

Beautiful tree I saw. It was standing amidst an ugliness, shaped by concrete. Such lonliness, facing the river where pollution swims into the sea. Nothing it could do but watch, rooted to such an abysmal existance. I'd wish to cut it down, but that'd destroy the beauty of this world. To know such beauty is to prolong its very existance. Oh what misery. But the beauty. I wonder, but my heart tears in two. To put beauty in this world and let it watch the world tear itelf apart, a decision not made by me.