The Tree
I wake at dawn and look around
I see that all is right
The air is cool, the sun aglow
The colors all are bright
I talk to all the flowers
Calling each of them by name
They all are freshly woken
And I am much the same
I tell the birds my many plans
Just how I’ll pass the day
They all seem so polite
As they flit and fly away
I call to little creatures
Happily running all around
And though I try to do the same
My feet won’t leave the ground
A spirit lives within me
Seeking, longing to be free
I want to tour the earth afar
To smell, to hear, to see
Each morning I relive this fate
Each morning I forgot
That I am but a shady tree
And I’m rooted to this spot
Copyright © David Shaw | Year Posted 2016
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