A tree stands still,
restrained by his own shadow,
stuck in the dust of dead flowers.
Black, wine leaves rain on the thirsty ground.
Withering branches shiver in numbing breeze.
Every day, he sees people pass by.
They see him too, but that is all.
He screams in silence as sorrow nibbles on him, but
no one talks to him, listens to him, embraces him.
Curving the time into his wrinkles,
waiting for death to crumble down his grin,
a tree stands still.

Hae Won Kang is a sophomore majoring in Illustration at the School of Visual Arts.