A tree tries to grow on a battlefield of men,

Filled with greed, the soldiers attempt to break the tree,

They yank and pull on her branches and they burn her leaves,

But her roots are deep,

Her branches sore up into the sky,

She is strong and bold.

She is the embodiment of an intelligent mind, 

She refuses to submit to the violence of men.

She is here,

Growing,

On a battlefield of men.