I was a young tree, raised in a greenhouse, Never had I seen the cold of the north. I was about to be repotted, To a better environment One that was full of sunshine and rich soil. A brighter world, they said! Yet, who knows what lies in the future? I was struck by the shock, They extracted me from the gravel. In fear, I desperately dug my roots into the earth, Hope for a grip. One by one, my veins snapped under their force. I gave up to my fate! Yet, who can feel my pain and hopelessness? Abruptly, I was placed in a new pot, A new habitat, a new home, they called...