Everything is Awesome

Why, because I’m crazy

So while I’m outside walking through the storm

Others are tucked away in comfort; lazy

Onlookers tell me to go inside

To stay away from the urban jungle

But, I tell them I’m a tree

So I need this sun and I need this rain

No matter how harsh it might be

To let my mind take root and to let my ideas grow

So they laugh at me and I laugh back

I call house dwellers bonsai trees

While me, I’m great oak

I refuse to sit indoors where it’s safe

Outside is where I belong

I like to tell others it’s the only way to tell the weak trees from the strong

Some still say but why be a tree

I say because they are blind and cannot see struggles nor feel pain

Through fire, lighting, and hail a tree stands firmly grounded and prevails

So do you wanna be a tree as well?

Life at the top is awfully swell

Then man up, woman up and step into the thundering rain

Those indoors who are afraid to grow will call you insane.