Tree I Am

Brave people I grow...on... Weeds surround me... Beads falling playfully... Rivers, like vines, entwine... Roots of moist seep in so fine Because I cried In this wilderness I grow, I grow (x2) Happily, I glow, You know? You know? This tree I am Never a free river Next to the lamb I see life born and wither The bark is closing in on me Why can't I be simply free? In my distress, I rot... Then... I rise... I grow... I flourish... Exquisite excellence and effulgence shelters me... I have been healed again by thee God's gracious auras give me renewal of faith... Hopes and fears float around me...I bathe... In branches, birds and the blues... Don't ever feed me your old news... But, I'm all alone On my own again In the prairies Of flutt'ring fairies I long to be... A better me... Adequately growing on Reality is - I need to be nourished by the sun I honor the Son Who shines on me everyday and night Without a shame...what a delight! Everything is starting to look black and white... I will keep expanding with all my might tonight... I'm ascending from sorrow I'm descending tomorrow Don't drown my high hopes I long to be A better me Not this saddened tree, Wet with woe...don't give me your frowning blow (negativity) Rooted down on the spot I'm brown from head to toe...I see...I see a crow... In my distress, I rot... The woodpecker has arrived yet again... Alas, to my misfortune, he has dug deep The weeds are spoiled rotten... My roots are roaming about...they seep... Underneath my bark Give me your nirvana nectar Right now please... Put my branches and leaves at ease Where is the blasted blessed breeze? Oh do stop acting like a tease, You whirlwind of hopelessness I'm quite aware of the mess I'm in... At least I'm not paper thin... I've been an ancient wood piece... But, tranquil, I have grown out to be Give me peace, Lord, give me peace I long to free like a butterfly possibly Shy children Swing on the swings Reminds me of childhood When they used to carve their notes on me... This tree I am...this wretched tree I am Is breaking apart like a poorly built dam Flutter in other lands, Sparrows and doves and pigeons of all sorts Flutter in other lands And in others' giving hands For, I am just a tree How pathetic I have turned out to be But, be nice to be...don't discard me... I am a strong, bold tree... I am a humble, serene tree, Keenly watching others' pass on by I don't have a voice, But I am silently in bliss I am meditating in happiness I have room to rejoice... Though I'm rooted to the spot... Here I am...this tree I am - no longer naught... At least I don't feel like I'm rotting... Endless streams of dreams I've been having since I can remember, I think it was last December - A dream of many people, Accepting me, not rejecting me... Feed me your soil of sanity, Not your wastelands of insanity Wings of doves break by the seams Violent Times have been attacking my frame of mind Trying to think outside of my bark... I can't, but I'm rooted to the spot, Watching a rainbow lark...hark! (listen!)