I'd rather be a tree

I’d rather be a tree
watching the world go by,
secure in my position,
serene in knowing
that all things shall pass,
good moments will follow
bad, and less fortunate
times will follow
blessed events.
Flowers will blossom
from my branches every
spring and my leaves will
drop to the ground every
fall, as my branches will
be draped in snowfall
each winter and my
roots will penetrate the earth
yet deeper to quench my
thirst in summer.
I watch cyclists speed

by, old men stroll side by side,
moms pushing strollers
and young lovers locked
in each others embrace.
I’d rather be a tree
watching the world
rushing by than be me
rushing by that beautiful
tree on my way home
from work.