I am me...poem by Robert Green

The Tree Stands

What have I done?
Longer than you have
been, I have been here.
This is my home,
roots laid down
so long ago.

I have stood the
test of time.
Been chased
by the wind,
drenched by the rain,
scorched by the sun,
and here I still stand.

I breathe your poison
gas and produce
your very air.
Now you want me gone,
standing no more.

This is my home,
settled by me long ago.
I stand my ground.
go clear your own.
I may be just a tree,
but I am me.

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