If I were a tree…
If I were a tree,
I would gander at thee,
whose roots are all asunder.
Your senses are weak,
for although you can speak,
my meaning is much less a blunder.
Your eyes must be shut,
for although you can strut,
you only see to plunder.
If only you knew,
how lucky you are,
whose roots are all asunder.
If I were a tree,
I would say unto thee,
do not wish to be me.
For all the world is yours to choose
where to plant your roots.