Birches bend and shed their bark, but should they bend for me?

[billy]

watch the rhyme and meter; don't let them get away from you, i pointed out a couple, there are more.

Birches bend and shed their bark if you start the line with [the] you'll fix the meter
to conquer obstacles impending
for every leaf to reap the light
to start anew each season’s ending

Now several transformations in
the birches soon will share their home
and hardy branches weaved through kin
will find their passageways are blocked no rhyme?

And foreign structures standing tall
where once were only forests vast
containing creatures unfamiliar meter too long, if you change containg to [and] it would work
present extraordinary tasks again the rhyme feels forgotten

With might and careful adaptation
the birches twist and find their path this is a good image
through hesitant amalgamation
forming bond to thrive as one –

but bending to the will of none