Pressured

The tree that bends to the falling snow
Is its own enemy
Bending, under weight uninvited,
Weakness is revealed.
Now housing those awful birds,
They make such a mess of your branches
Oh yes, allow the snow to bend your branches to their break -that takes care of the birds aye-
Stand tall oh gracious tree,
Allow your oxygen to be shared with me.
U must not wither under pressure
For you are to wise,
.. If only u saw through my eyes.