An Immaculate Creation
Planted in the harshness of a polluted earth
Their arms extend to reach the lives of their allies
Each rooted to serve such worth
Yet linked to cleanse the tainted skies
Seen in a diversity of classes
From orchards to scorching blazes
They look upon us with focused glasses
They stand in the midst of adversity
But have such strength and motivation
Living without shame and pity
Making them an immaculate creation
Confused with the decisions of man
They aspire to grow larger than our hearts
Wishing we could grow skin like theirs’
But we don’t even know where it all starts
Never afraid of their constant changes
They pursue their existence with bliss
Unlike our fearful arranges
We just sink into the shadowy abyss
Tall with colorful and exuberant veins
Which flow with sweetness among their native flesh
Traveling with gravity like several trains
Their thoughts stream into the perfect mesh
They show us that we can develop like them too
Believing we can overcome our isolations
And become rooted in their slew
Where we forget about all of the complications

