If only I could choose to be
something other than just me;
I would choose to be a tree,
Standing tall and strong and free.
Birds would nestle in my arms,
I would rock them, gently sway;
Keep them safe from every harm,
Feed them from my fruit bouquet.
Together we'd sing lullabyes
in hushed and haunting haloed tones;
Of sunny rays and clear blue skies,
of dappled leaves and ancient stones.
And when the stormy nights begin,
and lash me till I'm wrecked and worn;
My strength will rise from deep within,
I will not wail and weep, forlorn.
Stand strong I will, though winds blow wild,
A haven for the week and mild.
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