i look out the window and i see a tall tree

sometimes i wish that tree was me

laugh at the storms that push and try to twist my limbs

and be a safe harbor for animals and their kin

strong enough to weather the wind and bathe in the sun as it stretches my skin

but i have to admit i would miss being able to move and witness all i see

so i guess it is better that i’m not a tree

this exercise that i do, now and then lets me appreciate what i am not and whom that i am