Entire roots of being the stillness on earth
A patient picture of patience on ground
Standing amongst the test of time, wear and tear
Standing amongst the test of nature reckoned against us
In summer I miss the cool breeze of autumn
In winter I miss the warmth and business of the streets
In spring I enjoy the becoming of anew, with fresh flowers and fresh fruits
A blessing from the highest and greatest of all
Home is where I'm situated
The breeze brings life to my already dead branches
Shaking the little life I have left in my leaves
When I assume I'm forgotten, a little baby runs towards me and embraces my stiff root
And reminds me of kind life in this volatile place
Often times more than not your parks stand barren
Seeing less of life everyday
Technology rules everything around us
The detriments alive and well with the mould spores that grow on my leaves
Your humans. care not if I exist for another 300 years or if I'm traded for more paper
For more pages in the their journal For more pages in their printer
For more white sheets on their billboards
While your other humans diligently fight for my right to exist
It humbles me often times more than l'd like to admit That now I understand how humans truly feel
What it feels like to live with the question in the back of your mind
"When will be my final day in earth?" And or "will even know?"
To exist is to have lived and to have died
I cannot ask for immortality when I long to be immortal in the after life As more beautiful tree
With no mould spores or blemishes
With softer branches and ethereal glow
Amongst those that I love
Closer to the God that created me
So I'll sit and enjoy the park for a while
People watching when they disconnect from the hidden world
And I'll count my blessings until my last day
For I was created to die after bearing my fruit, my flowers, my leaves and ny oxygen
From God we exist and to God may we return
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