334. I want to be a tree

I want to be a tree
But I am not sure
Which tree
I want to be
And I’m not sure
What the conditions are
In the place where I’ll stand
Is it very windy there?
Is there competition for the food?
Will the goats eat my bark?
Will the other trees be friendly
And will they understand
That I have to be
This certain way
Because of how my childhood went?

But wait
Maybe I can be a tree
From another childhood?
My mother stood very tall
Or ran wildly in the fields
My father traveled in an air balloon
My brother played
In coloring the clouds
And I knew
That everything is possible
Right from the beginning?

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