Well there is always the standing sense
you stand up right and glance up then.
But you climb the tree and then you’ll see
the tree as it sees me.
A little higher, now above
there i see the tree i love
Down again, on the ground
Now i circle round and round
I see a face upon the bark
or is it just a patch of dark
As i try to leave with a happy pace
the roots, they trip me on my face
Now i lie on the ground
looking at the tree so round
A world of life that is so green
I do not want to end this scene
Now I see the birds and bugs
that hide here in this world of shrubs
They live here in this tree so big
as a community like we did
I sit against the tree so strong
It holds me up as if i’ve done no wrong
Like a mother supports her kids for so long
This rough bark against my back has seen so much pain
Like a solder in war walking with a cane
And yet it stood tall through all the wind and rain.
This stubborn child refuses to move
Its feet firmly planted, fitting into its groove.
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