if only I could be a tree

if only I could be a tree,
the rocks and den: a few true friends,
my job to sway and drop my leaves,
hold dew, eat CO2, expel oxygen,
clump snow and flow in the brisk breeze,
a doe nibbles shrubbery: lends a tend,
and life would be of simplicity and ease

but if not of peace, a powerful gust,
knocks me over without hurt or cry,
existence ends, no feelings a bust,
my funeral: a guy with an annoyed sigh

Reviews

[Laurierose]

Only a tree could attest to the passages of time. A tree seems like it'd have a tale or two to share. This was very artful. I imagine there is a certain type of peace that settles from admiring. There's so much beauty in nature that one could never become bored. I loved this piece. Great read.

[VelvetPotato]

Thank your for the love, Laurierose. It was a windy day, my phone was in the other room, and I was just staring at a pine tree swaying back and forth, and thought about how simple life must be for it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is so cool...especially the last line...
the beautiful tree, the peaceful tree, the shade tree, doing its job...hardly noticed, but when it is knocked over in a storm...there is the one who has to cut it up and take it away....and he is not going to say any kind prayers over it.
j.

[VelvetPotato]

Thank you for the words, j.!

[Samuel Dickens]

The title pulled me in. A lot of us wouldn't mind being a tree, and you've outlined a bit of what that would be like with poetic flair.

[VelvetPotato]

Thanks for your input, Samuel!