A tree
Is once an amature
One with utterly no experience of survival
Only genetic code
That screams
"Well guess I'm alive now, better deal with it"
A lowly seed
transforming into brittle branches
A thin junky
Scouring for their next dose
Doubting their lifespan
Only to make it out of the trivial stage
We call adolescence
To become
A vibrant powerhouse
Holding a zoo's worth of organisms
Within itself
A queen of the planet Earth
And the most popular source
Of a vital resource
Referred to as air
The main reasons humans
Even function today
Was once likely to fail
To die as a rotten hunk of wood
Now brings life every nation
So why can't you
Be a strong intellect
Flattening your oppressors
Beneath your might
Or hold your head up strong
To get through today's nightmare
Make hearts gush
and open your beautiful eyes
to the fact that
you are just a tree
About to be watered
About the Creator
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