A Tree's Life

I love trees
but never I wish
to be a tree.

Trees wave their
green heads
in the air;

Seeing that waving,
my mind dances
in delight.

Yet I won't be
a tree ever.

I can't realize
how trees live
being trees.

Moving in the world
they could not see
countries, continents, seas, forests-

could not see
the great waves of men-
What a life it is!

I won't be able to live a day
if I become a tree.

by Sayeed Abubakar

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