To Be A Tree

I often times wonder what it is like to be a tree
To sprout from a seed and bask within the sunlight
To suck in the nutrients of nearby lakes and streams

Spreading my roots to solid ground digging deep
Deep beyond where the eye can see
Hugging the rocks within my path

Stretching my branches so that every limb is free
So free that every leaf can blow in the wind
No matter what comes my way

I bend but don’t break because like
A tree planted by waters I shall not move
My leaves turn colors and shed with the season

I learn to bear much fruit
Yet the life of a tree is lonely
One in a million within a forest

To be sought after and taken for granted
The very oxygen that I generate has now been sifted
No longer am I sight for beauty

Just a stump to be had yet I reach deep within
And dig down, only to come up again
Sprouting more trunk, new branches and leaves

Why? Because I am a tree and no matter what
That is my mission and purpose for being
The life journey continues not death

But life eternally for the giver of life
Continues to give unto me freely
To be a tree


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