Oh, to live like a tree

Silent in it’s majesty

Grounded and free

 

Oh, to be a daffodil

Unquestioning

And Happy

Just to be

 

And oh, to be a rose!

Not a care

For what it does

And doesn’t know

 

Perhaps I could be

A cloud

Floating aimlessly

And proud

 

I’d rather be

A bird

I would fly high

High away

From the absurd

 

I think I would

Like to be an

Owl

Wise and beautiful

And always on

The prowl

 

Yes, I would

Be an owl

Unfortunately

I have to be

A human

For now.

 

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