A man is a tree

A man is a tree,

For trees too know the pain of looking free

whilst rooting, living between debris;

see, it is rough to climb up, among fleas and bees, yet know, yet see, that place to which you climb never shall be,

for under the great blue could be anything, old, new, yet forever the tree grows, every spring anew, knowing not, yet hoping, to reach that free blue

Author's Note

Please read aloud. Suggestions are appreciated