How sad it is to be me
Stuck in the same old spot, staring at the same old scene
Birds call me home. But still, they always leave
How terribly sad it is to be, such a lonely old tree

How sad it is to fly
Never knowing where is home, no concept of time
The clouds always blocking me from the rest of the sky
How sad it is to be a bird, cut off from such heights

How sad it is to be me
The one little cloud above the vast Pacific sea
Whose only job is simply, to weep
Until my existence drenches everything under me

How wonderful it is to be
To witness the birds, the clouds, and the trees
If only they knew how much they mean
How we are all naturally connected to everything
© Sarah Daniels