I want to be a Tree...

Deep in the Amazon forest.
Deep in the green sea of foliage.
I want to be a Tree.
Stand tall, proud and Free.
Oh, I wish I be a Tree.

I will let my leaves dance.
Strive with the wind at dawn.
I will let the life crawl on me.
Animals go up my branches, briskly.
Birds get their nests on them too.

Oh, if I could be a Tree.
Maybe I will be an Oak or a Pine.
Maybe dream big and be a Sequoia,
Or a Rosewood instead.
I would be Tall, Proud and Free.

Just like a Tree.

I would let mushrooms inhabit my roots.
Together with the musk.
Let them party down there.
I will peak over the other trees,
but never steal their water.

I will give shadow when desire,
But sun when suitable.

I will have no fears,
for I can live a thousand years.
I would have no worries,
other than the next rainy day due date.

I will be bright, green and pretty.
as the other trees, but with my own beauty.
I will expand myself to higher heights
get my trunk stronger than ever,
but allow woodcrackers to call me home.


I could be a Tree.
Tall, Proud... and Free.