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