The Tree
There is a tree
That I like to see
It is strong under the sun
But it can not run
For it is bound
To the ground
There is a tree
That I like to see
It is strong under the sun
But it can not run
For it is bound
To the ground
captured
my heart securely caught
can barely breath
the lesson has been taught
alive
or at least not dead
I am not sure
I live just yet.