If I were a tree I would know so many things.

I would know that my roots can grow strong enough 
to uproot sidewalks and crumble stone walls, 
and growth is often hidden beneath rough bark.

If I were a tree, I would not be afraid 
when North Winds howl down from the mountains.
I would know how to bend instead of break.

Trees know how to talk without words, they reach out
beneath the soil and speak through the pathways of earth.

If I were a tree I would understand that the forest and I
are one and when I fall the forest will hear my final prayer.

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