Free tree

Sitting in the shade, just beneath the sun.
Resting ontop the winter grass, the branches,
slowly rocking back and forth.
Tall Shadows.
The slight chill, masking the very warmth that is.
The moment may be just short of peace.
Tranquil, the only warmth that you have is your very own.
Easier for the trees than it is for me.
To be able to stand so still, and still be free.
Oh how one could envy you.
To wonder could you envy me.
Oh How it would be,.
to be as free as a tree.