Strong as a Tree
I want to be strong like a tree.
Have my branches reaching to the sky.
The wings on every branch soaring with every wind
and my roots as deep as hell.
I want to be as strong as a tree
when you cut me down I’ll grow back
from the same stomp in the ground.
I’ll be bigger than before, every branch
every leaf will gain full unity.
My exterior will be rough and rutted
you may even prick your finger just a bit
but remember I’m filled with sticky sweet sap.
I’ll shade you while you lean against my back.
I want to be as strong as a tree
when a storm tries to knocks me down
but I still can’t be moved by my roots.
You see a tree is one of the strongest living things,
you can saw off its branches and remove its leaves.
You can cut it down but it will always leave a mark.
I wish I was as strong as a tree, freely living life happily.
