If I were only like a tree
I could watch with much glee
how life turns about my branches
how everything would dance
to my coloured seasonal dress
how I would be much blessed
with fruit so plump and fine
like jewels not grapes upon the vine
to feel the bud grow in the spring
to see the fruit the flowers bring
to hear the birds nest and sing
and feed their fledglings on the wing
to hear you eat fruit in my shade
I would know I have been well paid.
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