Instead of being a tree


Instead of being a tree
rooted in one place
watching life as it passes by
at an ever increasing pace,
I'd rather be a butterfly
drifting on the wind,
lightly touching down upon
a flower now and then.
Instead of being a tree
whose roots are buried deep,
I'd rather be a mockingbird
whose song's not mine to keep.
Instead of being a tree
whose branches shed their gold,
I'd rather be a river,
winding, deep and cold.
Instead of being a tree
with winter branches stark,
I'd rather be a candle
to light you in the dark.
Instead of being a tree
Just blowing in the wind
I'd rather be a fencepost
that you lean on now and then.

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