Melancholy Of Tree

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...............