The Tree

 

I had a long dream about the possibly of being a green tree.
But after I lived my life from the trees perspective a while you see,
The poem describes why I just decided to continue to be me,
Rather that living the life as a growing thinking green tree entity

 

 

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The Tree

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I dreamed of being a tree and all of the sudden I saw her there,
It was my fairy God Mother with a wand in hand looking so fair.
She said I’ll grant your wish for one year and let you decide,
If you want to remain a tree or return to your life with Pam alongside.

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If you really want to be a tree, I’ll grant this wish Just for thee, but you must decide if a tree you stay, or return to being you one day.

 

 

 

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She waved the wand and I was outside with roots in the ground,
With limbs full of leaves blowing with a trunk with bark so round.
My eyes were set deep in the bark so I could see all around.
I had no mouth, but some how I could smell and hear sound.

 

 

 

 As I was starting my life as a tree, a special event I did then see.
A mockingbird began to make a nest on a forked branch in me.
I watched the tiny eggs very closely until they were hatched,
And then watched the chicks grow up as I become very attached.

 

 

 

When children come near to me, I see the birds go in a frenzy,
They sing and chirp loudly and and flutter around like crazy.
Trying to draw the children away from their feathered babies.
The way they act, you’d think the mockingbirds had rabies.

 

 

 

 

I watch the baby birds grow up and fly far away from there
All fresh and happy singing their beautiful songs for me to hear.
I hate to lose their song and company as they leave me in tears.
They won’t be back to see me again until late summer of next year.

 

 

I loved watching those mockingbitds raise their family on the fork on my limb during my time as a tree.

 

 

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It’s been a long long while since the birds flew away from me,
When these small pink flowers growing all over my limbs I see.
I wonder, could it be that I am a fruit bearing tree of some type,
I just can’t wait to see what type of fruit that will grow and get ripe.

 

I didn’t know I could smell so good and look so pretty just being a little old tree.

 

 

 

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So I watch the nodules start to grow and soon they take shape,
I can see they are round and a little fuzzy as the bud they escape.
Soon they have grown and have turned to a light colored green,
I still don’t know what kind of fruit I am, but it now can be seen.

 

 

 

 

As the weeks pass by, my fruit has grown to bright yellow and red.
My limbs are drooping from the weight giving me pain I dread,
But now I know that I am a peach tree full of fruit that is ripe,
If someone will pull off my peaches, I certainly wouldn’t gripe.

 

 

 

 

I see a young boy called Ben with a sack that is headed this way,
Oh yes, he is pulling off my ripe peaches filling the sack I pray.
Keep pulling them off as I feel so much better easing the pain.
He’s leaving now with a full sack, I hope that he comes again.

 

 

Pull some peaches off Ben, my limbs are killing me.

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The young boy has come back to pull my peaches for days,
My pain has been relieved and I am getting better I pray.
But I will surely miss the boy when he pulls all of my peaches,
I guess my life as a tree with be the birds and boy who reaches.

 

 

 

 

Of course I still have a few bugs and fly in birds along the way,
But I have decided that the life of the tree is very boring, l say.
Perhaps if someone built a tree house in me it would be better,
But even then, I’d have to stay in one place being a root setter.

 

 

 

 

I think the problem being a tree is that you have a fixed location,
The tree cannot even take a cruise or an out of town vacation.
So after dreaming a little about what life would be like as a tree,
I think that I will continue to be Hawg Jaw Bill and live life as me.

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I’m Back. I did not like being a tree so I decided I’d just be me.

 

 

 

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By Bill

 

 

 

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Thanks for reading The Tree,
Bill