Spoiler
I wrote this in class one day when I was feeling down and thinking about how I'll never amount to anything because I have no talent and yet my teachers continue to try and force me to do good in school, hence the whole "fruitless efforts of harvesting a fruitless tree". So yeah. Enjoy.
Why bother with hollow efforts?
I'm obviously no blossoming tree.
No carefree butterflies, nor joyous honeybees approach me.
I'm as barren as the starless sky above,
empty when it comes to fruit, more so when it comes to leaves.
I guess that's why, during harvest time,
they call me the fruitless tree.
