The tree stands surrounded by others
But alone
So different by branch
By leaf
Catching my glance as I pass
All I can think is
If my soul was a tree that would be me
It did not rely on the others to grow
It was planted different
And thats okay to be
Its still as good as the other trees
And just as beautiful to see
And every time I see that tree
I smile and think of me
And remind myself that I like that tree
Because it reminds me that
Its okay to be me.