WISHING

Sometimes I wish I were a tree

My branches upraised resplendently,

My children the flowers that blossomed on me,

The fruit they become pulling gravitously.

I'd bask in the sunshine

Cry in the rain

And then when the snow came,

Brunt all the pain.

On second thought

Being a tree wouldn't be

Very much different than

Just being me!

                                               G. Rizzo