Finding Purpose

a poem by pj

A tree grows, wilts, and dies, 
Where a human lives, then in the earth he lies, 
The tree is peaceful without any sighs, 
Whilst the human has tears down his eyes.

A tree has its functions, even without the fruit, 
A human who knows nothing is better to be mute, 
The tree stands strong because of the root, 
Whilst the human's struggling, to stand on his own foot.

Be like the tree, in silence it's helping, 
It may not seem much, but the result's overwhelming, 
So let's stand together, so please stop weeping, 
Cause maybe all that we need is just to be uniting.