He asked me what I would be. He said—
“If you could be
any animal of the world,
which would you be?”
I stopped here, to pause
with all possibility.
The kingdom of creatures danced
wildly in my mind,
Yet, despite the combined majestic delight,
I could not be any of which
graced the thoughts of me.
“A tree,” I said—
“A tree, I’d be.
With all wisdom and acuity.
With steady roots, majestic wings,
the pine, she stands, courageously.
Strength in storm, peace in night,
she dances here, beneath moonlight.
The depth to her you cannot see
Yet still, she reigns in mystery.
A tree, I’d be, if I could be
something different to what
was blessed to me.
There I’d stand, beside the shore,
to grace the world
Author: Gillian Sanger
Image: Libertarian Girl/Flickr
Editor: Leah Sugerman