We are
trees,
our sturdy branches
extend out and
intertwine,
wishing to bask
under the sun's
soft warm rays.
We are
trees,
we wish to touch
the sun,
the moon,
the stars,
in hopes
of gaining
a lively appearance
from the liveliest
of nature
themselves.
We are
trees,
we are
full of life;
we represent
family,
happiness,
and the simplest
of nature.
We are
trees,
our leaves
decay
and crumble
to a fine dust,
our branches
break,
snap
and tear;
we are taken
for granted,
we represent
gloom
and sorrow,
we represent
the broken.
We are
trees,
we have
different stories,
different wishes,
we each bestow
a different depth,
yet we are
united
and we are
one
we represent
a blooming family.
We are
living,
we are
breathing,
we are
strong.
We are
trees.
