A Dying Tree

I do not know when the seed was sown
Though I did see the tender green,
It grew silently, to me unknown
And soon It was a plant.

I do not know who nurtured it,
Perhaps a glance would have!
It grew to a tree, so brightly lit
Basking in the bright red land.

But my blood could nurture no more,
Light of your love never glittered it!
In vain go my love's efforts to grow,
Unseen die the flowers it bore

Still hope your love does shine on me,
My blood still trying to save the tree
Waiting for your light in darkness of hopes,
Craving for life, a dying tree chokes