My shadow's a Sequoyah, so tall and big,
But I'm just a twig.
It's branches extend,
While mine just bend.
Trunk kept erect by skinny roots,
Body kept standing by fragile shoots.
It's glory undaunted,
My growth, stunted.
Leaves that reach to the sky,
I can't even look straight at a guy.
Not so complex function,
I'm just a useless obstruction.
Bathes in the sun,
While I'd rather have none.
Strong and roughly textured,
I'm frail and withered.
It's finger caress clouds,
I lose my bearings in crowds.
Continues to grow above the rest,
My body's done its best.
Has no reason to fly,
I'm afraid to but I don't know why.
Looks down on its inhabitants,
I don't even fit in these pants.
Wears a green and gold crown,
While I just sit here feeling down.
From within it, a mockingbird calls,
I take daily stumbles and falls.
The sound it makes when it's chopped down increases,
I just fall to p i