Part 1
I wish to die when my beating tree has no more leaves and the world thinks I’m ugly.
Part 2
I wish to live when the leaves on my beating tree shine beautifully and the world thinks I’m lovely.
Part 3
I wish to never exist when my beating tree burns down everything and I think of my-self horribly.
Beating Tree
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beating-tree/
