For I desire greatly

to be as a tree—

and in the natural purity thereof,

for I want my roots— 

to be so heavily grounded—

that nothing could move me,

to exemplify a physical stance,

and presence of,

an immovable force—

able to weather all the seasons,

or anything else for that matter,

always staying on course— 

and occupying a strength within,

that rivals any entity; on the outside,

with branches; that grow and reach, 

each and everyday up to the sky,

as the leaves are just spreading—

that much more of me,

and for all to witness and see,

healthy and steadfast, 

built to last—

and have anchored myself down—

so far that I have surpassed,

the very ground itself—

both above and below,

on the surface and underneath—

for oh, how it must feel,

to be a tree—

full of life and fulfilling— 

its natural and spiritual destiny,

without apology or the need,

to ever be anything but,

a tree—

widening out no matter what—

strengthening in ways; that so dearly touch,

the inner magnitude; aiming to never be,

just enough—

but rather extend despite—

whatever else may or may not be there,

and fully aware; of its grand position,

as to not ever stray away—

from its sole purpose and mission,

for it’ll always be—

exactly what it was created,

and designed to be—

for if I could choose— 

a vital part of nature to embody,

and grow with power— 

from the smallest seed—

I would sincerely want,

To be as a tree.

PM