Trees grow

Trees grow 

Some quick some slow

Spending years under gleeful sun and starry nights' glow

Entwining branches of hope

Probably took twenty or more years to grow

As roots drowned in wetness of weeping ground 

They connect to the soil deep below 

The chlorophyll imparted vibrant colours of green 

With life stored in their branches unseen

The shoots from seedlings sprouted anew

Only to see their mothers broken to pieces and to bid them adieu 

Gone are summer shades with spaces empty

As roots decay, yet remain a memory in our history 

I am glad I was born a tree

As I wonder - can humans caged in their sins, ever live free?