– By Nick Gurevich –
I am a tree, growing high,
Oh, how I’m longing for the sky.
It seems so close, clear and blue
Like the brightest dreams I ever knew.
I am a tree stuck in the ground
With dust and dirt I see around.
My roots are buried in my past,
They pull me down, hold me fast.
Will joy of madness, winds of cry
Break up my roots, before I die?
I AM A TREE THAT WANTS TO FLY.