The Moving Tree
We walk by you every day, we see you bloom in the spring
and die in the fall Would you want some company? No, you just
stay still and wait for the spring to arrive, what if the spring you have
awaited for never arrives at you? How long ill you wait in your same spot?
Until you die? You provide oxygen to the Human race and every living thing
on Earth, but how do we pay you back? We kill you, with our inventions, we pollute the
earth without thinking of all the harm we cause to you and other species
You are forced to stay in place without avoiding the toxicity, Would you move
if you could? You will eventually dry up and even though you are still alive, they
will still chop you down because you are no longer worthy of the soil you grew up in
they will snatch every inch of your roots until all that remains is memories
So, tell me if you have a choice would you move tree?
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