The Tree That's Me

May seem to start by seed
Feeds like any weed
Guided by template
Wait, is it by fate

What is my kind?
What will I find?
When my leaves turn
And when they fall inside my mind

How can I change
That's surely strange
Once I'm a pine
To be an oak that's out of range

The Tree That's Me
The Tree That's Me
The Tree That's Me
And what's down deep

Potential yet unseen
Green in planes between
Trunk rises in form
Born from roots it owns

Help me to see
And own my tree
That has a right
To soak in light and to be free

What is that tree?
That lives in me
I have my past
I have my bloom that waits for me

The tree that's me
The tree that's me
The tree that's me
And what's down deep

The tree that's me
The tree that's me
The tree that's me
And what's down deep

We put them in a class
Blast, I think it's crass
Now matter what's their name
Tamed by all our shame

All is still unique
We creak even when weak
Our branches do reach out
The shout without a doubt

The tree that's me
The tree that's me
The tree that's me
And what's down deep

The tree that's me
The tree that's me
The tree that's me
And what's down deep



Credits
Writer(s): Craig Bowman
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