Mother Nature

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Dear Tree,
I met you as a young plant seeking life for survive.
I took you out of the pot into soil and I watered you with my love.
Doing that cost me a fortune and relationships.
So many people tried to warn me about nurturing you but your innocence clouded my sense of reasoning.
Inside the soil you began to grow,
You became so lovely and everyone admired you.
Suddenly you brought out thorns and began to peirce me.
You gave me many wounds and you spilled my blood.
Dear Tree,
I loved you so much and stuck out my youthfulness into raising and acquiring you.
I know that nothing is flawless.
But despite the thorns, I didn't cut you off, I allowed you to grow up so beautifully.
Today, you are grow and the sun is high on the sky,
I need shelter from the scorching sun,
I run under you, but you have refused to shelter me but rather, with your thorns, you have peirce my soul.
Your shade is now a home for foreigners
While I only wish to be in your covering.
This is not a problem
But anytime I look at my skin and see the scars you have printed,
I am hurt.
I am here to tell you that a storm is coming that would uproot you from the place I planted you as a helpless plant,
I will weather the storm and direct it to you,
It would rip you up completely.
And for the scars,
They will fade away when I dwell under the shadow of the new vegetation I now own.