Would you cut me down because you didn’t like my shape?
Would you try to prune me, and re-shape me into your perfect mold?
Would you let me grow, even if it was in way you would never have picked?
If I were a tree would you take advantage of my blossoms?
Would you use my fruit to nourish your body?
Would you share it with your friends, or those less fortunate?
Would you pick my fruit, or just let it fall, to become bruised and battered…
food for the birds and worms, and left to rot?
If I were a tree would you appreciate me for sheltering you from storms?
Or would you curse me for shedding my leaves, causing you work?
Leaves that once provided shade, now lay dormant on the ground, dying
If I was a tree with my branches now bare, would you make fun of my warped limbs?
If I was a tree who no longer produced fruit, whose leaves never appeared
Would you cut me down and use me for good to build something new…. or just shred me as you cursed the hole now left behind in the ground?
Would you forget all the years I gave to you, all the times you climbed my limbs
All the times you lay under me looking at the stars, the family pictures, and the laughter, the whispers through my leaves?
Now,.... What if I wasn’t a tree at all,
Just someone you thought needed re-shaping.
Would you curse me if I didn’t follow your rules?
Would you turn your back on me because my flow didn’t match your beat?
Would you beat me down with your words, and ideas, with hits I could not protect myself from.
Would you demoralize and make fun of the fruits I tried to supply.
If I was someone you hated, simply for not fitting into your perfect mold
Could you ever find a way to love me; to appreciate my fruit, even if it wasn’t what you wanted or expected.
Could you look at me through a new lens, and see the brightness I’m trying to emit?
Or would the blinders of the world, keep you looking down, finding only darkness, and hate?
Now what if I was not “me” but “You”.
Could you find a way to take the blinders off, look in the mirror and realize the fruits you have to offer?
The beauty that is reflected in the lakes, and streams, and in the faces of those you meet.
Could you lift yourself up with words of kindness and love
Or would it only matter what others told you?
Would you hate what you see in the mirror, in the faces of those around you?
If all you saw was darkness could you, would you, continue to fight for the light that others see…
Or would you succumb to the unrealistic ideas of society,
The darkness within, that tells you… you are unworthy of love.
Would you cut yourself down, leaving a hole to be filled by someone or something else?