A dry tree

I am surrounded
Yet alone,
I am lifeless
Yet alive,
I am showed sympathy
By touching me with their hands

Admires my neighbors
But never mine

But, one day a boy as lonely as me
Comes and stares at me eyes of love
And whispers like wind
Full of spring season load
"I love you"simple three words
The key to unlock my folds

Now too I am a dry tree
But then a party of mine was touched and free
From the clutches of this silly cocoon
I move and live in an eternal spring world
Beyond this world of pens and sword

I am there...
Come meet me...