When I’m a tree, I will stand for a thousand years.
I will not question why I sprouted
in the warmth of the sun,
I will not question the snow
on my shoulders.
I will not question my reason
for being,
or the choice to grow tall on the side of a cliff.
I will be neither proud nor doubtful
when I’m a tree.
I will be thriving and resilient. And I will be free.
When I am human, I will be forever.
I will not question why I was born
in a body,
I will not question my luck, or my future,
or ponder the worth of my dreams.
I will not question my reason
for being,
or my ownership over my destiny.
I will be neither proud nor doubtful
when I’m me.
I will be thriving and resilient. And I will be free.
