All Are Equal In A Country

'I'm the cause for the tree. Is there a tree sans me? ' Asks the seed 'No, I bear the seed With my juicy feed.' Says the fruit. 'Seed or fruit, I house them As they hang o'er my arm.' Declares the branch. 'I take the Sun's heat. To give them cool seat. Shout the leaves. 'If I don't keep them high They will one by one die.' Asserts the trunk. 'Under the ground I remain Nourishing them one by one.' Cries the root. 'I carry the load O'er my head' Say the legs. 'My work is manifold In one word can't be told.' Plead the hands. 'I'm the connecting junction, Causing every limb function.' Claims the body. 'If I don't pump blood They are all dead.' Laughs the heart. 'I digest for them everything Otherwise, they become nothing.' Murmurs the stomach. 'I'm the Chief Executive, 'Cause of me they live? ' Commands the head. Likewise, is there any sense If every state claims Of their own liberty In a democratic country? Every state is vital For a country's survival, In that, all are equal, Isn't it meaningful and real?