If…


Grand old oak tree

Grand old oak tree

If I had my choice to be
anything else other than me
and not another human kind
but something different I had in mind

I could be a dog or maybe a cat
to sit upon my keepers lap
and make a fuss of them to see
just how much they might love me

I could be a bird and fly so high
way,way,way up in the sky
always searching far and near
and sing my song for all to hear.

I think that I would rather be
a grand old oak, a living tree
watching as the world goes by
for centuries, my arms to the sky.

Standing there for hundreds of years
tales to be told of all I have seen
spreading shade and shelter to one and all
and telling my stories before I fall.

 

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