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 !