If I could be anything I wish to be,
I’d be a tree, rich and full of life,
a being that learns through every age
to stay through calm and chaos alike.
Through shifting seasons I would stand,
watching the world unfold in silence,
knowing it is my limit, yet my right
to stay still, to bloom, to wither away.
Holding whispers of a thousand lives,
forgetting most, yet feeling each again.
Human at heart, yet helpless,
without regret, for what could I do?
As I manifest this wish in words,
I feel numb, yet strangely alive,
a quiet peace taking root in me,
gentle, but very much alive.
				
			I’d be a tree, rich and full of life,
a being that learns through every age
to stay through calm and chaos alike.
Through shifting seasons I would stand,
watching the world unfold in silence,
knowing it is my limit, yet my right
to stay still, to bloom, to wither away.
Holding whispers of a thousand lives,
forgetting most, yet feeling each again.
Human at heart, yet helpless,
without regret, for what could I do?
As I manifest this wish in words,
I feel numb, yet strangely alive,
a quiet peace taking root in me,
gentle, but very much alive.
				




