Bricks or Roots?

On one hand, we have a protective wall

On the other, a life-giving old tree stands tall,

Yet fate is cruel when it calls

For one to stand, the other must fall,

The wall may guard, but it's demise doesn't pain

Brick on brick n' sand inbetween it can rise again,

But roots run deep through earth years unseen

For nature's divine queen to bloom green,

She breathes, she gives, she softly stays

A silent witness to the passing days,

So if we choose when fate makes plea

Let walls be lost, and spare the tree... 

- Muttu N