I Want To Be A Tree…

I want to be a tree…
And raise my head and hands to the azure blue
To feel the wind blow in my leaves, and dig my toes deep into the rich black earth.

I want to be a tree…
A home for birds and squirrels, and welcome the pileated, to tap-tap the rhythm of the woods.

I want to be a tree…
To bend my boughs to the passing breeze, and hear my mighty arms creak and sway as it passes by.

I want to be a tree…
Tall and mighty I will stand till one day, when I lend my wood to some great ship or home.

I want to be a tree…
And be carved into a canoe, to run the rapids of some great river.

I want to be a tree…
And when I am. I hope you’ll rest beneath my canopy, and keep cool in my welcoming shade.

I want to be a tree…
And when my numbered days are done, back into the rich deep earth I’ll go… for some other tree to grow.

Bosco