That's What Trees Said
I will not let you uproot me
from this place that has so given me nourishment
till this point that we have come to know as today.
I will not let you prevent me from
Becoming what I have dreamed of becoming since my inception.
I have grown way too strong and far too resilient,
to let you simply tear down my Freedom.
What I bring to this world is an element that no other can provide.
I Withstand all of your downpours upon my solace,
using them to the best of my ability to bring vital benefits to fruition.
Take your filthy hands off of me, I wish to maintain my pristine nature,
and flourish despite the blatant opposition.
I want nothing to do with your chains,
Sawing my sensory into subjugation.
I may not be the oldest, nor am I the youngest.
But in my time here, I have learned that we are all just as important as the next,
and none of us is worth sacrificing.
Yet the devilish glare in your eyes,
is hinting that youd rather set me ablaze in a a four alarm fire caused by ill restraint.
Do you wish to make an example of me?
Is that what you want?
Years ago, I wouldn't have given a second thought
as to whether or not I should question the reason for my existence.
I didn't know whether I would be able to overcome
the disasters that have come to plague our lives.
Now I know that I can whether any storm,
and the simple fact that I still exist is reason enough
for me to be just as entitled to this land as you.
Why should you decide my fate?
Do we not breathe the same air?
Why should you decide my fate?
Who says you even do?
I'll still be something with or without your so called help.
Thats what trees said.
Or at least thats what I'd like to believe
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