This Tree
Climbing up
Sturdy bark, sturdy branches.
Far up to where the birds reside.
Cannot wait until I get
To the highest point
Where I can see for
Miles and miles.
Nothing can return me
To the years where I
Was glued to the ground.
I am finally free
As I rest upon the
Plank of wood
Called oak or balsa
Not yet carved by man;
Only still in the same
Creation
That God
Allowed to be.
This tree
Allows me
To be who really want to be.
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