Mind of cold thoughts[Poetry]

IIIIIIIIV.

{Willow trees 🍂}
Nature at it's best
The vines in the tree blows with the wind
It flow free and without control..
I want to be like a willow tree
Not being told when to grow
Not being told what to do
But being nurtured as something special put on this earth for you
I take in your problems and blow out solutions
Value me like the thing I am
I'm rear to see living as they cut me and my family down to make
City's
Home's
Where will are home be now that you've tore us
Where do we go..... 
we're used under the human hand not cared for but also under appreciated
Barely clinging to life taking In that last puff before leaving this world to a new
Something greener and clean
With out harm another me grow in place of my death
Stronger, better
But I will never know my state of faith or truth for I am just a willow tree flowing in the wind
Peace and serenity are in me.....
In you to breath positivity In and the... negative out......
For you are someone's willow tree there will to keep living and breathing
Be strong
Be real and as authentic as the willow tree
Nobody will stop there growth but you......

Be free leaves and everything that moves