I don’t care if it angers you Lord.
I wish that you’d chosen a tree.
I don’t like being this person at all.
It isn’t who I’m meant to be.
I’m always in pain and discomfort, my Lord
At least as a tree, I’ve no worries.
Alive til you’re dead!
Make me a tree instead!
Please respond. I’m in a hurry.

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