It cries to me the tree
Asking let me be,
like a human you see
Mourns grew loudly,
of pain and poverty.
That society inflicted severely
Why can’t we live graciously, for our God almighty?
Treating them kind and tenderly,
so they could be around for eternity
Maintaining, surviving beautifully
But branches of sadness still growing wildly
Trying to escape the world’s cruelty,
instead it withers away quietly
And the picture is now gloomy,
for I can’t see my precious tree
Some day it will be able to grow freely and be happy
Reminding me of myself, all the pain I felt
My heart was the stem,
each branch was connected to a problem
Ridges on the tree representing my skin,
all the times I tried to grow
But my dreams were stunted,
like an animal I was hunted
Chopped down, making no sound as my body fell to the ground
Asking for only one plea,
to wash away grief
In each wave of the sea,
letting our conscience be filled with purity
As rain falls protecting it safely,
stopping the cries of the trees……………
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