Guess Who Am I?

From seed comes my birth 

But there is no end to its growth 

First I grow under the soil as a root 

And then I come above to see

The sunlight as a shoot 

My root supplies me water and minerals 

From the soil 

My stem give me support 

Like my father

And my leaves cook food for me

Like my mother 

My leaves have some pores

Through I respire 

They are like my lungs 

Through for me oxygen comes

I bear fruits

Which man enjoy and birds eat 

And I grow flowers 

Which men use for prayers

I make the rain to fall to protect the soil from erosion 

For men, I am so useful 

But for me they are harmful 

For they cut me down for fuel 

And so I call them as cruel 

Guess who am I?