My Tree

I sit under my tree and wonder. Sit under my tree and cry. Sit under my tree and wait for my soul to die. An acorn falls from my tree and I pick it up. Its a small acorn not fully grown. Taken before it's time. So i gave it a name and sat it down by a dime. I whispered to it "This could take a while." But you see as I sat under my tree, I began to think and wonder, was that acorn a victim of suicide? Ridiculous I know, but it seemed to cry out to me. It was sad, it had wanted to grow to be a big giant tree. I laid back under my own tree and cried. Maybe just maybe I didnt want to die. I sit under my tree and wonder. I sit under my tree and smile. Oh yes, death could take a while.