Pityful lying blossom

I am the masked tree When they first saw me they bowed Back then the road was clear As the match lit fire and soon died down I sat growing leafs Until my tree fell down ¨You pitiful lying blossom¨ They called me I was the masked tree to them But I lost the trunk The base to my leaves I once was a blossom And again now They think I am what I tried to overcome Now I sit Trying to regrow my leaves It's hard when the forest took all the last leaves I lay A pitiful lying blossom