These Branches Weep

There are some trees
That live only in water
That have been there for so long
That without it
They are nothing
Cannot breathe, grow, live, or even die
They sit longingly every night
Waiting for word on the wind
Wondering when it will arrive
When the wild wet world will see it survive
While the rest of the planet pilfers its people
With everything they are not
The sea and the tree
That no one else sees