by John Smallshaw
Would I feel free if I were a tree?
To feel the wind?
To feel the rain upon my naked skin?
To write the leaves upon my many arms?
To hear the beetles crawl?
To watch the caterpillars fall into butterflies?
To watch the forest as it dies?
And when the axe bit
Would I scream?
Would I feel free
When I fell?
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