Tree of Dreams

 

Out beyond my coat of bark, and farther than my branches reach,

The ocean washes on the land, and leaves a sandy stretch of beach,

If I could only move my roots, how happy I would surely be, I wouldn’t walk but I would run, and frolic by the open sea.

My leaves could feel the salty air, while seagulls yell, “I’m out of place,” I’m sorry but I wouldn’t care, if I could only know this place.