The Tree
If I were to die and come back,I would come back as a tree,
Growing in a field alone and free,
No friends to let you down and no troubles to subside,
No emotions, no feelings,no secrets to hide,
No sorrows,no strife,tears or pain,
stand in the sunshine,cry with the rain.
Me and the ground,the only bonds there would be,
If when I die I return a tree.
Copyright © Charles Ruble | Year Posted 2007
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