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I Want To Be Pinocchio

I wanna be a tree
A big ‘ol block of wood
	Just swayin’ in the breeze
Suckin’ in the bad air and
Letting out the good
With squirrels climbing all over
My branches tickling me
                     Birds nesting 
                     Bugs munching
                     Flowers blooming
                     Fruits budding
A man snaps a limb that’s in
	His face
		That’s how I feel pain
I wanna be a tree
I know why leaves leave
	Just Nature callin’
Squirrels never turn their back or
Promise the world
	Or break your heart
A tree never knows
			Crying….
All alone because you’re
	All alone
Wood has knots and it’s ok
But a stomach hurts
Not wood
A tree weathers the storm and love
		Creates one
God seems to leave
Mother Nature alone yet
	Mettle
In the affairs of Man on a daily basis
I wanna be a tree
A big ol’ block of 
	wood
While Pinocchio wanted to be a boy
He didn’t know how lucky he was

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Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 1/15/2022 1:24:00 PM

I have always felt a deep affinity with trees. They gift much more than they get and they give of themselves freely, producing food and shelter and the very breath of clean air for us to breathe. Your poem is very lovely Anthony. Blessings xxoo

Silent One

Date: 11/10/2020 9:51:00 AM

I could feel the angst and sadness in your poem... Expressed so well..