I've Traded My Roots For Wings

Have you ever heard;

Of a tree being jealous of a bird?

A sapling growing towards the sky

Reaching for the sun; yearning only to fly.

Does the youth not see;

The true wonders of being a tree?

In the earth where it is firmly planted

The sapling takes its roots for granted.

Instead it wishes for wings;

Of all the ridiculous, impossible things.

So that it can chase the sun as it sets.

Live life to the fullest; sans regrets.

I was once a regal pine;

Dissappionted with my life's design.

So I traded sturdy roots and limbs

For wings to soar and draft the winds.

Forgoing shelter and shade;

A bargain with the devil made?

For now I have not a haven for rest,

No home; nor place to build my nest.

And for all the miles I've flown;

I must let the truth be known.

I am grateful for the freedom of the skies,

But it is the tree who is truly wise.

How funny can life be?

That I, a bird, am now longing for a tree.