SISTREE

My father tree dropped his seed into mother earth.
I then grew four branches after my birth.
Another tree began to grow beside me,
Stealing my soil like it despised me.
Every time one of my mature fruit would drop.
She used my own fruit to fertilize her crop.
Mother earth is richer around her,
Father earth's fruit surrounds her.
She absorbs air wholly,
I grow fast but she grows slowly.
We share the same roots,
But we have different fruits.
I aid in supplying the earth with air.
She does nothing of worth, unfair.
Always crossing her roots from her dirt to mine,
Constantly invading my space with her vine.
How could something so spoiled be so healthy?
But I'm a better tree for not having someone help me.