the secret of trees

i listen to the wind in the trees
and i wonder what its like.
to be free of demand and conformity
to give way to what's expected.

then i wonder what its like to be you
and to know the safety you seemingly possess.
to be free of the thoughts that bind me
to give way to the net that traps.

i like to think my role is important
and that my well shall never run dry
but i worry of good intentions
i feed into darkening skies.

but its moments like this i am to be thankful
to be content in where i am
and it's times like this i can fold my hands
and be happy near where you stand.