I am perched inside a tree,
Hidden by a grip of leaves,
Many people I can see
As they travel under me.
People come and people go,
Where they're headed I dunno,
Their hair and hats don't tell me so,
Do their shoes and clothing though?
Cannot tell from this high bough.
Why am I inside a tree,
And why are they on road below?
I saw this tree while upward looking
On my comings going to and fro.
Saw it 'bove and climbed inside
To see what life is in the sky.
I'm not stuck here in this tree,
There's just no place I'd rather be.
I figured I'd just rest a bit,
But don't know if I'll ever quit,
And live legit.
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