Story needs to be told


I may not be able to speak,

But my branches tell a story deep

I was once a seed, just like you

My mother, Nature, from which I grew;

Protected by a womb of dirt,

Nutrients, water and time I took.

Now that I am big and tall,

I'm rooted deep, I will not fall.

I drink water, just like you

But you say I Block Your VEIW

So my life is cut short,

and down I go.

I will not bother you anymore.


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