everythings gunna be alright

uh oh.

The trials of growing up. Plopped down in the middle of a cage of glass and cement and expected to find the tree.
This tree surrounded by the floor of waste, of laziness and of ignorance
still stands. Its lush green leaves are small and tainted. Its trunk is just skin and bone.
told to survive with no air.
it still stands.
seasons change but this tree can't tell the weather change.
it stays the same. with no chance to shimmer with colour in the fall sun.
without a chance the tree is stripped of leaves and left to bear the cold city winter.
This is a long time of rest.
this is a long time.
The tree feels warmer. its surprised at the little warmth it drags from the cold spring sun.
This tree is starting over. A new chance to spread from its cement and glass cage.
It reaches high. It reaches wide.
But not too wide, or too high.
the cement is not forgiving. It shall not break its boundaries.