I Wish I Were A Tree

I wish I were a tree 
A eucalyptus tree with a long smooth back
I'd stand inconspicuously among other tall trees with smooth barks.
I'd have grand eucalyptus thoughts, days and nights while
I stretch painstakingly slowly towards the sky
I'd think, for example, that I'd grow up to be a piece of paper
where I'll land on the table of a genius poet
Or his printer.
Or his collection of eerie thoughts conjured up in wee hours of night.
If the poet is a woman, then I'd be content to be her tissue paper,
a tissue paper with a long and smooth bark