the Last Tree on Earth

In my world, there's one last tree
somewhere the desert
meets the sea
and I wish it could comfort me,
keep me safe like company

I'm gazing at the swaying fruit
with a tongue that's parched
and a mouth that's mute..
and all I want
is to lay near it's roots
under that blasted sky of blue

So somewhere several feet away
I'm sitting just outside it's shade
comfort there beyond my reach
unfulfilled and incomplete
hands reaching, eyes praying
hunger won't get the best of me

For this is the one last tree...
if I touch it will it cease to be?
If I look too much will it
be the last I'll ever see?

And if this is the one last tree
do I even deserve
what it could offer me?