The trees sway; they bend not break
I wished I had been the same
The rustling leaves, my counterpart
I wish I had their strength at heart
I wished I could be so longstanding
Still their sighs feel understanding
Giants, behemoths; they sit and watch
The world go by, almost untouched
Unchanged except by the seasons;
I know my freefall had its reasons
I wish my heart had remained warm
With their power to weather the storm
But I broke, like some tender sapling
I stopped caring about futile things
I'm fragile, but I wish I were strong:
The curse of a life gone wrong
Or is it wrong; am I wasting youth
Or can I regrow as a willow, pruned
In spring can I echo their budding shoots
Will I ever learn to put down roots
And create some form of stability;
I wish the world had not broken me
I wish I could stand as tall as they
The trees who guard, sentinels of day
And in a way, I wish I was like them
Not fuelled by anger and the rage of men
I have been hurt and was too weak
It echoes in every word I speak
But like a seedling I need protection
To grow and change, to find direction
I need food and safety just like those
Trees need water, light, air to grow
They plant deep enough to own the earth
By sticks and stones they are not hurt
No words can break their cool demeanor
I wish I could become a believer
In calm and spirits, not racing fire
I wish I was not driven higher
By desire, the race to become worthwhile;
The madness haunted me as a child
I saw the trees; I am not the same
I live in mist, shadows and games
I play with flame and brush with death
It's a wonder there is anything left
Of me, but eyes to envy the trees
And hear some calling in the breeze.