Tree-time
I wish that I could be a tree,
To live in peace quite silently.
Standing high, year after year.
Free from anything to fear.
…
True, I'd be a log one day.
But till then friends would on me play.
Squirrels, birds, all creatures small.
Throughout my branches and trunk tall.
…
Growing upwards to the light.
Keeping warm even at night.
But just a dream that cannot fly,
For I'm just plain old Fluttershy.