The Tree

I am strong like a rock

Swift as can be,

But all I want, all I want 

Is two big eyes, able to see

When I wake 

It’s dark, dark, dark

Cold, cold, cold

And I am scared, Scared, SCARED

All I can do is smell the soft scent of pine

Taste the pollen on the top of my tongue 

Feel the crunchy warm blanketed ground beneath my roots

Hear the loud squaaawwk of the crows in my branches 

And the bang, bang, bang of the wood beakers hunting for food

But I can't see anything 

Not my trunk 

Not my branches 

Not my leaves, and not my friends

All I want, all I want 

Is two big eyes, able to see