Never Stop Growing

Sitting upon my tree,

wondering what will be,

when the burning monster comes for me,

causing me to flee,

like a rabbit running from the breeze,

it has happened before and now it’s happened again,

but,

it continues to grow again and again.

Now I’m back in my tree,

while new ones grow,

thriving and swaying through the breeze,

but time will come,

when I need a new gum tree.

I’m getting old along with the trees,

dark will soon come for me,

now I’m stuck in the dark trying to get free,

maybe I’ll be reborn,

and sit back in my tree.