The Tree

I came dry eyed and weak across the Sahara From a distance I glimpsed your glorious shade Most welcome oasis, much welcome hope A tree I saw, a shade with none So I came and embraced your incense And together we were alone Basking in the hunger of new found love Then they came, a trickle at first, then the horde And you welcomed them, you said we could share The fruit was enough for all, we should share And the crowd feasted on our fruit, on your fruit And I lost the hunger for your fruit So I walked away Back to the scorching sun of the Sahara Back to the solitude of the dust But before I walked out of sight I turned to look At what was once ours And I saw the crowd leaving Scattered in every direction, moving away from you And I knew then That when everyone wants a piece of you, no one wants the whole of you We walked on leaving you alone To embrace the solitude of the lost.