1 day old
Thinking about how long i’m going to live
I’m a little seedling
Nothing to worry about
No fear of the unknown
Just happy as can be
Ten years old
Standing large with my beautiful leaves
Blooming flowers on my branches
Humans drive past me everyday
Taking advantage of the way I sway
I am strong and healthy
But my friends are not
My leaves turn colors and then fall off
I love when it’s windy
I have the chance to breathe
Factories coming around me
Suffocating my boundaries
My hometown is in new york city
My homies don’t believe me
That one day we will be gone
Humans need our body parts
More than they need our oxygen
Swaying waving left and right
I’m 20 years now
Standing large with brown leaves
No more flowers blooming
Branches drooping
More humans coming past me
I am not longer strong and healthy
I have no chance of healing
I am 30 years old today
I am no longer standing large
I don’t have any leaves
No more blooming flowers
Humans are slowing me down
Using my body parts and not needing my oxygen anymore