Me As A Tree

If I lived my life as a tree, I would be one of destiny.  Instead of needles or leaves, I would have flames burning for eternity.  The only inhabitant of my branches would be a solitary phoenix.  I would pray in the day by turning to the moon, and I would dance at night for those who could survive the heat.  Being part of all analogy that persons would look to to be free, I would sing in the month of May to keep the rest of time on key.  The hawks would fly by, and I would pulse a sound wave to make them brave to speak.  In my space, I would be the only one.  Being different is what I know since Waikiki, thus I would just continue to draw the line and paint the sunset.  Love me as that tree.  Want me to be free, and be myself without your disease being thrown on me like freezing cold water.  My beauty and comedy would never again be, and none of you would know that which is actually heavenly.