Born a Tree in a Human Body

 

Hello, I will readily introduce myself as Mislaid,

A dissipater of good clean thoughts,

One who possessed the quality of belief and philosophy

But somehow loses the option when the sun doesn’t shine,

And soon forever.

It’s something I’ve always wanted to keep,

A deep longing for the world’s fruitful gift of chance

And random events that settle us in all different situations.

At a time when toxins rule this mind,

I like to take a step back

And lay about the things that really matter.

 

The world at its best has always presented itself to me

Through a remarkable place lacking the existence of a relatively young,

Oblivious species

Called human.

It’s the spec of human in me that’s led me to forget what’s real.

In an ideal location on this planet, I could stroll about in silence

And mingle with the trees

And the things produced by a magnificent stretch of ingredients

Called nature.

Everyday things are unbearable in this mindset.

And then…

There are things that experience

And an unhealthy plethora of thoughts

Have led me to believe wholesome

And not poisoned by the desire for power,

But rather are sanctified with the notion and instinct

To coexist.

I wish I had been born a tree.

Author's Note

This is my outlet, been meaning to get it out and I finally have.
It represents the aspect of human that can grasp me sometimes more than I'd like.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Awesome poem here. I like the way you got to the point of what's important in life. I like how the personality changes when the sun is not out. That was a nice touch. I've found myself drawn to places that haven't been perverted by the hands of man. Nature is beautiful and this poem expresses that thought. Bravo.

[speakingcolors]

how interesting, to be a tree. i like it.