For longing to be like a tree- 
Do you think me mad...

Desirably - an African baobab 
Or a River Birch 
Easily a Black Oak 
Or a Silver leaf Maple 
...Maybe a Red sequoia 

No matter what season life may bring 
Always standing 

Screaming boldly in the spring 
Silent in the winter 
Leaning when able 
Bending when necessary 
Arms stretched outward in praise 
And tall 
...Majestic even 

For longing to be like a tree- 
Do you think me mad...


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This is an inverted poem, a poem that is meant to be read 
from bottom up, but that would also work from top down 
and either way you'd get the same meaning - 
just a different interpretation