Sometimes I wish I was not human
with flesh and heart that tears
how wondrous it would be to
be the green from way out there
To know the truths of life
and love
to minister to them
from above
as setting sun and
beaming moon
as whispering pines
divulging their tunes
I wish I was any
one of these
or a spider in
the sweet green tree
whose mission is ne'er
but a requisite quest
but then how would
I be truly blessed
if I were anything but me?
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