Tree
Oh, how I would love to be a tree,
Never boring, towering over all we see
Never speaking but humble and wise like we should be.
The true mother of nature.
Nurturing Gods creatures
Humming birds, rodents and the busy bees.
Forest filled with friends
A forest with no end
A forest with no corruption but everything to defend.
Oh, how I would love to be a tree,
Watching children grow,
Watching lovers bestow,
Watching the chills of death say it’s only hello
Oh, how I would love to be a tree…
Oh, how I would love to be a tree…
Copyright © Shane Pillay | Year Posted 2015
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