Willow
I sprout from the ground in the midst of spring
I start out small, a pale green sapling
I reach for the sky and breath in the sun
I wave in the wind until day is done
I feel the dirt and root myself deep
I drink up the water, into soil it seeps
I grow and grow reaching for god
I am now one with Earth, part of the sod
My stem grows tall and thick with wood
My branches spread as all trees should
I was there when the factory was built
I saw them pollute and hurt with no guit
I watched the rivers fill with their poison
I watched them bring the fire and noise in
I felt my life starting to fade
Their evil building left me in shade
I couldn't breathe and saw the smoke stacks billow
There was nothing to do, I'm only a willow
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