If Trees Could Talk

Mike Spade
Aug 25, 2017 · 2 min read

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.

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Mike Spade

Written by

Founder/Director @ Plant The Seed Project

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