Not meant to be a Tree

I am jealous of the trees.

They live every day simply to sit and watch

No need to seek the truth

No need to find something better.

But perhaps the trees are also jealous of me

For I am free,

Free to wander

But also free to stay.

They are rooted,

But for me, to be rooted is a choice.

At this moment I would gladly be a tree.

But tomorrow I will laugh because I'm not.

Tomorrow I'll rejoice because I'm me.

Not meant to be a tree.