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If I Were a Tree

July 6, 2021

If I Were a Tree

By Amba Gale

If I were a tree,
I would be the dancing Cottonwood,
waving at me, at us all,
arms delighting in the dance
of the early evening breeze.

I would not know or care
whose property I’m on.
I would not ask
how long I’m going to live.
Or if God exists.
I would not worry that some months hence
my leaves are going to fall
and my branches will get bony.

I just would wave my arms
in pure ecstasy to be alive,
at one with the wind
who holds me in his arms.

Some of my leaves would be golden
in the setting sun
some green,
some twirling and turning
round and round,
Dancing, dancing, dancing.

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