Why I'm here

A bit of late night pondering

No one knows why we are here.

The birds sing because they can,

and the trees support them on their aching limbs

because they must.

But why does a tree grow only to raise others up on their

pedestals?

Why do I sit here

and wonder

and not support anyone else trying to sing to the skies?

I don't want to be a tree,

not any more.

I want to be a bird and call out above the heads of the masses swaying in regular time to the music of the wind.

I want to try to be happy.

And I think that's why I'm still here.

Reviews

[Paper Forks]

A self-reflection of one's existence and purpose in life. I enjoyed this short poem. I look forward to reading more of your work.

[ANTO]

Theres them that sing and theres them that tree

A bird cant be a tree anymore than a tree can be a bird.
Do the birds get jealous of the tree with it majesty and strong roots and its ability to dance in whatever wind - naked or clothed - who knows? But trees keep the planet alive not singing birds (I know theres a bit of symbioses with shelter vs seeds shatting and rebirth but its a partnership)

You are a singing tree but .... never forget that !!

take care

[Justin]

really good poem!!!! it is able to talk about what someone is going through!!!! great job :)

[Preliving]

Thanks very much :)

[Justin]

your welcome, keep it up :)