Thank you Mr Lumberjack

Me, a tree,

A tree sat in the forest surrounded by countless numbers of other trees.

There I nothing I saw but copies of me

stretched out farther than I could imagine

Reality blinded by the atmosphere identical.

I had no idea about the other corners of the forest that sprouted different types of trees,

Like armies preparing for a battle that would never come.

The forest is full of static potential that would never meet its spark.

Escape the forest

There is something far more spectacular than the life surrounded by wood.

I did not know that I could become a great ship that circles the world.

Exploring all the oceans, fighting waves, and prevailing the currents.

I would never meet my captain.

He and I sail could around the world together, seeking new adventure and discovering new land.

At the end of the journey the tree sleep on the shores, awaiting the next odyssey.

But instead I remained enslaved by reality, trapped in my skin.

I did not know I could become a bookshelf.

I hold memories in my shelves,

harnessing the adventures that were waiting to tell. People could marvel at all the stories a tree had to share.

Inside me is not limited to the small world I lived in.

Entire universes existed inside him.

Worlds with magic, monsters, and ghosts.

I hold all of his possessions, sad or happy,

becoming a relic of memories and expresser of consciousness.

But instead I remained enslaved by reality, trapped my skin.

I am a rocking chair on a porch.

Sitting for hours on end, watching contently as the world pased by with the sun.

I hug a tired soul, and comfort them with the view that rest in front of them.

I did not know that these opportunities were scattered about the world

All I could see were trees.

Remained enslaved by reality, trapped in his skin.

But now I am free and I want to thank you Mr. Lumberjack,

for freeing me, a tree, from me.