Soft

Look at me and what do you see. People say I have outside that nothing gets to me. It’s like when they look at me all they want, is for me to give them a leafy green to hold onto; However I’m holding you up so you can get to the top. So I say here on the leaf, get on I have what you need.

Will it be easy to tell them no find it on your own way. Soft can be nice at times. This make me think about how long I’ve been here, thinking about that falling time. This makes me think about how I get the right person to pick me on a team. I have to show you that I’m more than what I look just on the skills that I have.

I’m strong in the mind I think. I say time has me over thinking. I say this because I have ideas as well, they don’t go as far as I would want them to. The idea will come and I will tell you and family, to get more ideas on new life. We must find out who will help with the ideas to keep it going. Can it be that I’m hard outside keeps me soft on the inside keeps people out.

The place I come keeps me moving like the wind I breathe. Yes I came from high up doesn’t mean I’m looking down on you. I want you to breathe like I do, so go slow or fast to catch up. Here is the training code for the time being; help me help you to get each other on a level where we feel free.

Soft always means your weak you have nothing to hold. Soft is a kind heart willing to give it all for the important people close to your heart. While you still feel sorry for a person, you’re willing to help. Not saying to stop everything to help everyone. Soft is a chose like going out with friends; while trying to go workout with friends.

When I do fall on my head will you catch me, will you pick me up off the ground. The time will come for me to fall. I would like it if you pick me up, hold me in your arms tell me that it will be ok. It’s like I’m always in a hopeful mode thinking times will change were I don’t have to fall. But we’ll always be thankful for the time in the tree.

Here in tall tree I can see it all. Seen a family move into the house I’ve been living at for years. They would claim on me too pick the pears out of the branches. One of the child’s fell out of the tree then started to cry. The parents of the child came out to save their child. This moment had me thinking bout the times, my pears fall as I look at them in the air. Being a pear tree is fun.

We trees will send seeds to the ground so that we to can have a family of our own. This way we will never feel alone, as the time passes on. My pears smell the best, taste the best; however I don’t have a mouth or a nose to smell with. I’ve seen animals come by to eat my pears as well as people. Well here comes the man to cut me down so he can make builds, as tall as me or higher. Thanks for listening to an old pear tree.