In My Tree

May 19, 2017
In my tree…

There is no homework.

No students or teachers to impress.

No worries of who to sit next to.

In my tree…

It doesn’t matter if I can’t stick a front handspring.

I don’t need to find a partner to pass the ball to.

Nobody cares if my flip turn is too slow.

In my tree…

No one is starving.

Nobody has cancer.

No one is homeless.

In my tree…

I am alone.

I am oblivious.

I am content.

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