I want to be a tree

Tall and lean

I want to sway in the wind

Shed my leaves

I want to be a tree

Reach for the sky

I look down at the people

They're the size of flies

I flex my branches

Wage war with the storm

I hold onto the earth

My roots are claws

I suck in the air

I clean it for you

All manner of life

Nestles in my plumage

I fear not the axe

Or the chain of teeth

I will prevail

My tubers run deep

I want to be a tree