I love the trees that grow outwards
instead of tall
That don’t bother to compete with the crowd
at all

That don’t care about reachin
any other tree’s height
Just keep movin forward into
their own idea of light

Makin a different way out
into the sun
They ain’t tryin to impress
any-damn-one

Unfazed by the judgment from
all the other trees
Just happy out there swayin
to their own cool breeze

Ain’t tryin to fit into
a broken eco system
Ain’t care if any other
tree’s comin with them

They are sideways, crooked, and unique
Bent outta shape, quirky, extra, freaks

Living life on their own terms
That’s the vibe…

This is not about trees.
It’s about the tribe