I Want To Be Pinocchio

I wanna be a tree A big ‘ol block of wood Just swayin’ in the breeze Suckin’ in the bad air and Letting out the good With squirrels climbing all over My branches tickling me Birds nesting Bugs munching Flowers blooming Fruits budding A man snaps a limb that’s in His face That’s how I feel pain I wanna be a tree I know why leaves leave Just Nature callin’ Squirrels never turn their back or Promise the world Or break your heart A tree never knows Crying…. All alone because you’re All alone Wood has knots and it’s ok But a stomach hurts Not wood A tree weathers the storm and love Creates one God seems to leave Mother Nature alone yet Mettle In the affairs of Man on a daily basis I wanna be a tree A big ol’ block of wood While Pinocchio wanted to be a boy He didn’t know how lucky he was