I Sat in a Tree

I sat in a tree

thinking about the earth.

It keeps moving

with every death and birth.

I sat in the tree

thinking about girls,

and how they compare

to deep sea pearls.

I sat in the tree

thinking about boys.

About their obsessions

with trinkets and toys.

I sat in the tree

thinking about school,

and how I was failing math,

and how I'm a fool.

I thought about many things

in that tree.

Next time you sit in a tree,

will you think about me?