Tree House

Teenage lust:
It's as old as a tree.
100 years, still with the intent to grow.
Society cuts us down.
But not me, or you.
In New York, we would be
Central Park.
In the ocean, we would be an island.
In a forest, we would be a seed:
Young, but strong.
I am a seed,
And you,
My Planter,
View nothing more
Important than
Nourishing me.
Show me some light
And i will grow,molding
To your excitement.
And when the leaves are
There and the bark is strong,
People think
long term,
Ruining the innocence.
And before we know it,
We get
Cut. Down.
And become yet another
House in the suburbs.