Tree
I am confined to this one space,
I cannot go no other place,
I look at you and envy,
That you've no roots to hold you down,
No parts of you are stopping you from moving all around,
My life it looks so easy,
My being, it seems so small,
But I'm there when you need me to shelter through rainfall.
Copyright © Nichola Courtney | Year Posted 2005
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