I want to be a tree
Trunk broad, boughs long
the epitomy of life whatever falls
Rooted in good soil, reaching for tall
I want to be
a tree by still waters
that just grows, grows, grows
Yet is patient to wait
till the season for fruit
till I deepen my roots.
Patient to wait through the winter, bare.
Won't panic when leaves fall
Thrills when the buds form
No hurry, never ever, at all...
I couldn't pretend to be something I'm not.
I'd be happy in purpose
in bloom and in want.
I'd be happy just being.
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