I Am a Tree

Teardrops might have an explanation, with reasons. Those teardrops often happen without reasons, too. And dreams are one of a similar kind, I am sure. An uncertain mixture of joy and sadness, true. Rays of Sunlight were reflecting on my green, leafy branches. Raindrops touched those leaves with a softer, tapping sound. I could feel the squirrels hopping, and hear those birds chirping. "I am a tree!" I exclaimed. A murmuring breeze passed around. I woke up in my dream, I felt unsure, I do not know why In my dream, I was missing just one unique, little friend. A perfect place could be so imperfect for obvious reasons Yet, I was dreaming, I felt it entirely secure in my mind. 1/7/2020 I am a tree Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Delilah Ventura |