They say our freedom has been stripped away
The limitations on our life increasing by the day  
Isolation, the word weighs heavy on the heart
Perspective, could this be your new start?

A century before, most enslaved in war
Freedom, it could only have been hoped for
Pray for those enslaved in this battle of the ages
Let’s close our doors with a smile, for hope is contagious

"I'm taller now"
the building said
"I'm older" the tree replied
"A hundred years ahead!"

"I carry humans"
The building spoke
"Provide shelter too!"
Oh dear Mr. Tree! What do you do?

"I bear fruits"
The tree told
"I'm a home to the birds"
Oh Mr. Building! This is what I do

"Ah! I'm stronger!"
The building argued
"I'm made of bricks and stones
Oh dear Mr. Tree! How strong are you?"

"I've lived the storms"
The tree responds
"On me the flowers bloom!
My dear brother! I'm whey stronger than you"

"It's the humans I carry"
The building added
"The ones that planted you!"
Now who's important? Me or you!

"I allow them to breath"
The tree sighed
"I give them fresh air!
Yet cutting me down
Is their very pride"

The building now was hushed
Not a single word
All his pride crushed
Now it felt absurd!

Times may look like a mess
Staying in home, maybe a stress
The locked doors might irritate you
Surely, the empty shops and streets will too
But have you ever thought
How the poor would be fraught
The ones who may not have a home
Or those who temporarily jobless roam
From education some may be away
For them the skies might be gray
Its good we are stress free
And laying on beds
We read poetry