i am the tree my roots go deep in the ground and I can just be just be and just do what a tree does i don't mind that my roots are fixed in the Earth but my branches are free to float in the breeze i sweep over hillsides darkbown and purple life drips from my leaves and longing for life thrills through my branches and see i am the sky and the birds and the trees trees merge, trees do not fight trees i am the tree and a tree are continue to be when there's no one about but me i'm not a politician I'm not a zookeeper I'm not a general I'm not a bishop I simply am a Tree and if you think that's simple simply being what you are look at your self are you simply what you are or what you are pretending to be? you can cut my log I'll not fight back you can chop me down my trunk will weep tears of gum and my tall length will lie like a shame but i say nothing just letting my being or not being speak I make no decisions while I have life I grow as I can then I die what am I? simply a tree just letting my being or not being be