Elevators and Trees !
I wanted to write about how tree's sing,
but all I could think was elevator doors,
how I press a button and it comes there,
it takes me all way up and all way down,
like tree's dancing with the birds & winds,
I just love the way it is, trees with wings,
sometime, I think my hairs are those leaf's,
they fall too, and winter comes with chills,
and I love to join this dance, to groove in,
I am not far away from my death as escape,
yet, I don't run, knowing my roots are dying,
as this me I have been living in, which rings,
this man even sings, this man thinks of things,
but, I know that the soil is fertile to grow again,
so I live now, just to live now, it will glean,
and the elevator comes my way like everyday,
I choose where to be, Up or Down, like trees !
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