If Trees Could Talk

I will not let you uproot me
from the place that has so
given me nourishment
till this point that we
have come to know as today.
I will not let you prevent me from
Becoming what I have dreamed
Of becoming since my inception.
I have grown way too strong and far too resilient
to let you simply tear down my
Freedom.
What I bring to this world is an element that no other can provide.
I withstand all of your downpours upon my solace,
using them to the best of my ability to bring vital benefits to fruition.
Take your filthy hands off of me,
I wish to maintain my pristine nature and flourish
despite the blatant opposition.
I want nothing to do with your Chains,
sawing my sensory into subjugation.
I may not be the oldest, nor am I the youngest. But in my time here,
I have learned that we are all just as important as the next
and none of us is worth sacrificing.
Yet the devilish glare in your eyes is hinting
that youd rather set me ablaze in a a four alarm fire
caused by ill restraint.
Do you want to make an example of me?
Is that what you want?
Years ago, I wouldn’t have given a second thought
as to whether or not I should question the reason for my existence.
I didn’t know whether I would be able to overcome the disasters
that have come to plague our lives.
Now I know that I can whether any storm,
and the simple fact that I still exist is reason enough for me
to be just as entitled to this land
as you.
