I Am.

I am a tree.

I am flawless.

I am flowing in the breeze.

As you walk towards me, and sit down underneath me.

You pull out your book, as the wind is blowing your hair.

It is flowing, as you pull it back.

You look up at my leaves, and pull one off.

You take an exotic picture with one, and let go of it, as it blows away.

There it goes, the wind taking it away, as you sit back down and enjoy your book.

I feel as if there is a song in the air.

As I hear you humming a song, I recognize it.

Oh how I wish I had a voice like yours.

I am a tree & that will never happen.

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I like this write it's hopeful really. Enjoyable read.
Nice expression in this.