I wish I could be,
as elegant as a tree,
wanting to stretch over a wishing well,
and garnish it with its leaves.
With every drop of water that crosses over each leaf,
Let a wish grant for the lonely fellows,
As well as for the tree.
For those who garnish the well with pennies,
In hopes of securing a dream,
Are then united with nature,
As well as the hope of the tree.
For everything has a purpose,
A goal they want to achieve,
And that’s when I did see,
I am my own form of a tree.
Growing and shedding leaves.