Like a River Flow

A poem ....

Like a River Flow

A tree stands straight and tall
Through winter, spring, summer and fall.
It cannot feel
Wind nor sun
No emotions, no fun.

A tree goes through life without feeling good
Because good cannot be understood.
If you cannot feel the good then you cannot feel the bad
And the bad is what sticks with you,
Through and through.

A tree follows life like a river flow
It just grows and grows.
So who's better off?
The tree who cannot feel good or bad,
Or people, condemned to being sad?

Life isn't always misery and pain,
The good is what keeps us sane
But the good is what we seldom remember.
There's so much pressure to do the right thing, to not be fake
How are you supposed to stop yourself making mistakes?

Should you be moral and sensible,
Or should you follow your feelings like a fool?
Is love the way?
I don't want it, I don't need it
But I don't know how to stop it!

I can see it happening.
I can see it trapping
Me, in a place I don't want to go again.
I can see, I can see
If we continue, that's where I'll be

It can never be
The way I want it to be.
And yet, how can I not go on?
I don't know the answer, I don't know what to do!
Do you?

People seem condemned to feeling sad,
Whereas the trees feel neither good nor bad.
So who's better off?
The Tree that grows and grows
And follows life like a river flow
The End

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