they, withstanding

in my head there is a growing tree

in my head is a growing tree
it is strong and sturdy
with branches green and mighty
standing tall, standing strong

in my head it turns into a wall
it is proud and mighty
with bricks red and sturdy
standing great, standing brave

in my head, they interchange
what is sometimes a wall
is sometimes a tree
but they're both still growing,
both still building

they stand tall against the wind
they stand against the weak foundations,
the unreliable glue
the barely nourishing land

they stand brave against the difficulty
of people trying to cut them down
tear them apart, brick by brick
chip their walls, crack their bark

they stand tall, they stand proud
they stand strong, they stand brave

they've been at it for years,
growing to the age of
their full potential
their total prime

yet the tree does not bloom
for it was built to stand the weather,
it knows nothing else

and the wall is thick and heavy
the gates jammed and unopening
for it was constantly reinforced to keep out,
it knows nothing of letting in

the tree and the wall stand sturdy
they stand strong and mighty

they do not waver

no, not on the things
they were built to withstand