a tree at wartime

hi I wrote this poem for the remembrance day ceremony at my new school , hope you like it.

here i stand 
watching the solders run 
they can run
they can hide
we can't
 we are rooted to our spots 
they keep fighting 
day 
and night 
but why here? 
what have we done 
us trees ?
never fighting 
with no borders 
having to watch 
the others fall 
the others explode 
the others kill 
the others die 
waiting for them 
to blow us up 
with bombs meant to destroy the other side
but they kill us too 
a tree 
at war 
nature 
gone 

Blooming by Clara

When Clara saw the above painting, she said, "Wait...I have a poem."

Here it is.

Blooming
by Clara

I was first looking,
Then leaning in for a sweet smell,
It captivated me,
It was growing on me
And then it happened
At first I didn't feel it.

I couldn't see
Blinded
Taken in by it
I tried to pull it off
But it was connected to me
The connection stronger than anything I felt
I touched my face to see what it was
Blooming
A blooming flower
With roots
In
Me...