My Identity 2

Would you kill a tree; if you could
If you needed a table, a chair or some wood
Justify a wider road
A house, a building, some land
More paper, statue or a towel stand
Would the tree then, die?
If not, why?
If you could, then would
You save the piece of wood?
Prune the branches, trim the roots
Plant it elsewhere
Where there is sunlight water and air
A tree has a soul you know
It lives and loves and grows
A tree is never old,
Its branches have stories untold
The roots hide the effort
The tree puts in...
To stand tall and bold.

My identity

Flowers pretty flowers
On branches, bouquets and bowers.
If I were a flower, what would I choose?
A lover pinning a bloom on the breast..
A deity's feet, a shower of petals
An artist dipping me in precious metals?
Someone sick, someone dead,
Or someone's hope on a bridal bed?
Do I get to choose...
Or does someone choose for me instead?