A tree and me

I so often hug a tree,
Pull it right inside of me,
Share its tall tranquility,
Yearn for such simplicity.

It drinks the earth, it breathes the sky,
It builds a tower way up high,
Up where the clouds go floating by,
Untroubled by the question: why?

While I go rushing ’round below,
Thinking there’s so much to know,
New places that I have to go,
Ideas that I have to try.

The ancient forest calls to me,
It says we all came from the sea,
Long before humanity,
And metal birds we use to fly.

We live together but alone,
In cities made of steel and stone,
Forgotten is our wild home.
There I found some clarity:

When I lay me down, you see,
The earth can make a tree of me,
In harmony we then will be,
Alone, together, family.