A tree was just a seed,
Growing in soil and excrete.
Against threats like the weed,
The tree never concedes defeat.
It keeps growing and doesn't falter,
For if it does its life is over.
Its roots dig deep to suck water,
And spread its branches to stay sober.
But all these efforts will be futile,
When the bulldozer comes to fell it down.
The bystanders can all shout foul,
But what changes even if they protest around?
We are very much like a tree,
Competing aggresively and mindlessly.
But in the end all that we will see,
Is just a bulldozer crashing into thee.
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