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Once upon a time, I was a tree.

I swayed in the breeze. 
Care-free: that was my life,
As a tree.
 
My truck grew fat.
My roots grew deep.
My branches grew tall.
My leaves grew.
Then fell.
Then grew again.
 
It was an easy life, being a tree.
But the thing about roots is they keep you grounded.
Grounded to the ground.
I was a tree,
and I was
Grounded.
 
I dreamed of being a bird.
I would spread my wings and fly far away.
Maybe across the world.
Maybe across the street.
I would have wings, to do as I please.
And I would be free.

Once upon a time,

I was a tree.