But not with my consent

somebody thought i will be a good shade for the travellers when i grew up
I was planted ,but not with my consent ,
i didn't choose this place But i thank him for choosing it for me
For i know i couldnt have found this place

The nature adopted me, nurturing and feeding me with her love
And i dont remember the time flying by
For i became a tree in no time
but i remember the birds flying away from me every while

The travellers came and went , never looking back
i too felt to walk with them , to travel places unknown
but my roots have went deep, but not with my consent
and i was caught here , nowhere to go, no-one  to love

I was afraid to love, for it wasnt easy to say goodbye everyday
But thats what i thought in the summer, and spring
Till the winter, And then there wasnt anyone to come for me
And that was harder than to say goodbye

So thats what i thought till autumn, when my leaves were shed
and i was bald as a senile, abhorrent to those who passed by
i felt to run and hide, but my roots were deep, but not with my consent
And i know love isnt something for all, but for chosen some.
So dare not to take it for granted ,not even for a moment