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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