i count the tree

i count the tree

looking up to the sun sitting under a tree

density of green in the urban jungle poetry

i count the tree

shadows  reflecting the fractals of life

distributed more to wealth than to those in strife

i count the tree

the landscape tells the story of inequality

the landscape proves income reality

i count the tree

the bareness seen from above runs in circular spectrum

those with the least from satellite seen like brown talcum

i count the tree

those with the most have green parks and lush

the plight of the poor written in the dirt and bush

i count the tree

from above now you can see 

everyone needs a flower of life sanctum

looking up to the light sitting under a tree

i count the tree