They Chopped The One Who Reached For The Sky.. But Why? Poem by WIN VENTURA

I was once
just a whisper,
a speck in soil,
hidden beneath
a careless footstep.

Rain kissed me awake.
Sunlight held me close.
Winds sang lullabies
only seedlings understand.

Day by day,
I grew—
bending, breaking,
then rising again,
always reaching…
towards the great unknown.

I made friends—
with birds,
with bees,
with every child
who carved names
into my growing skin.

I held nests,
gave shade to the tired,
bore fruit,
stood still in storms
when others ran.

And then—
they came.

Not with love,
but blueprints.
Steel dreams
that did not include me.

No one asked
if I wanted to go.
They just said:
'Infrastructure.'

Their machines didn't flinch.
But I did.
Inside,
I screamed
as my body cracked—
one ring at a time.

I had given life,
oxygen,
beauty.
They gave me
a chainsaw
in return.

Now I'm gone.

Just a stump
on concrete memories.
But look closely—
see that green shoot
beside the road?

That's me.
Still trying.
Still growing.
Still… believing.

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA