For Them

My branches stretch out like arms 

Twisted with fate and mystery 

I listen to the wind sing her tune in bliss

While my brethren band together, whispering century-old secrets

The wind is a jolly dancer 

And the sun is a golden beacon of fire

The stars are the galaxy’s diamond dust,

And rain is Mother Earth’s tears

But we are the knots that connect the Earth and Sky

My leaves as green as emeralds and as royal as a queen

A falling leaf tickles a little toddler’s knee

Many say I am majestic and beautiful

Yet still tourists and citizens alike pass by me and stare in disgust

They call me "Freak" or "Useless wood"

As if I’m just another piece of garbage in their dirty gamble

As if we didn’t come first

As if we are under them

As if we aren’t the providers of their oxygen

As if we are just meant to exist solely

For them