Why can't I just be a bird,

that reaches up to the sky looking down at all the views and always free to fly?

Why can't I just be the sun,

that warms the summer afternoon? Giving light to all of us, even on grey winter's day.

Why can't I just be a tree,

that bestows us pleasent shade, bequeathing fruits or lovely buds? Flowers that never seem to fade.

Why can't I just be a baby,

whos as innocent as can be? Void of anguish, problems,or anxiety, like the ones I bare in silence. 

Why can't I just be happy, content with all the blessings given to me?

Why...I have no ansers for this