If I couldn’t stay as me,
think I’d like to be a tree.
Put down roots and hold my ground,
to that spot I would be bound.
Squirrels/birds would make their home,
venture out from there they’d roam.
Most content right where I sat,
my only goal just getting fat.
I could handle wind and rain,
but hurricanes would be a pain.
Growing old right where I stood,
unless I became firewood.
think I’d like to be a tree.
Put down roots and hold my ground,
to that spot I would be bound.
Squirrels/birds would make their home,
venture out from there they’d roam.
Most content right where I sat,
my only goal just getting fat.
I could handle wind and rain,
but hurricanes would be a pain.
Growing old right where I stood,
unless I became firewood.
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