When I Was A Tree

I was a tree and I stood as still as I could.

I searched for You and protected my wood.

Winds came by and tried to distract me.

I focused, took a deep breath, and counted to Three.

I took a break from my search and made flying friends.

I should have kept You in vision through a narrow lens.

They left me, after all they were just a bunch of birdies.

I came back to reality and I said: I will now be more sturdy.

So once again I was left alone and in search of You.

I told myself: Hang in there and wait for just a few.

Squirrels played on my branches and frogs slept on my leaves.

My attention swayed to them who turned out to be thieves.

At the end of it all, it was all eye-popping.

Because sometimes men would come out chopping.

I started to grow and my leaves were dropping.

I couldn’t move or go out shopping.

If I were cut down, no one would know.

I waited for You in the warmth and in snow.

The day I fell, no one was there to hear me fall.

I thought I was brave, so big and so tall.

I wanted to have strength so I can understand my purpose.

It was hard to describe even at the core of its surface.

I tried and time went by, all I could do now is plead.

My leaves were gone and I did not succeed.