Concrete and Trees

Concrete and Trees
That’s what one sees,
The hard and soft, the tough and tender.
Grey and green, do you know what I mean?
One is heavy, Lifeless, ignoring
The very essence of life.
The other is light. It glows. It grows.
Because of it, reaching for it.
It reaches a living for it.
It is it's essence, showing the fruits,
Shading the weary, reflecting the beauty.
One is dead, the other alive.
One stops, the other goes.
Are you concrete, broken by time,
Ravaged by the world?
Or are you a tree, standing despite it,
Pointing the way for others?