January 19, 2012

Let me live in a tree.

If I did, maybe I'd feel free.

And I wouldn't feel the cold from the winds because I'd make a jacket out of leaves, and I'd make the vines into a hammock.

I'd eat salad for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and for dessert, I'd drink the sap.

All the birds would teach me how to sing and whistle, and we'd have nice conversations about the best places to find the best berries and how it is to fly carelessly.

But I'm not a bird, and I shouldn't live in a tree, so I'll just be me.

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