People often forget how lucky they are

Being able to travel so far

However, I am bound to one spot

In one little yard, that’s all I’ve got.

I envy children who run so fast.

I would love to play, but no ones ever asked.

People often pass by in a hurry.

I wonder why they worry.

What could possibly be so important

That would cause someone’s walk to shorten?

People often forget how lucky they are

To be able to gaze up at the stars.

My view is fixed in one way,

And I’m afraid that way it will stay.

Despite this, I enjoy everything I see

The world is filled with much beauty,

But why don’t people take the time to enjoy it?

This is very sad, I’ll admit.

I often forget how lucky I am

To be able to cherish life’s program.

To be blessed,

Free from unrest,

Free from responsibilities,

That test a person’s capabilities

To cope with what challenges are presented

And leave someone’s sanity dented.

But not me.

I’m free, mostly.

So what’s the lesson to take out of my story?

It’s not so bad being a tree.