The Tree

Oh to be a tree!
To stand tall with my roots planted firmly in the soil
letting the sun warm my branches
and the wind strengthen my oneness with the earth.
Tears cleansing remnants of past
emotions as they flow freely with the raindrops.
Oh to be a tree
and watch the people carry on their lives
not even noticing the strength I hold or the breath I take everyday
waking with the sun and sleeping with the moon
lighting my protection from the night.
I would not fall for anyone or bend for their desires
but allow the moment to possess my fate
and trust the ground I stand in.
To live the life meant for me
the tree
blowing freely in the wind and standing firmly
in the soil through every storm and doubtful moment.
Oh to be the tree of life
of wisdom and sacrifice,
a symbol for the skies,
a knowing of my destiny.
I am the tree,
I am the life
standing firmly
blowing free.

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