Ego Not Needed

Sharp are my claws as I stroll from tree to tree,
slowly but surely caring only for me.
I See the world below going fast each day,
as I idle and eat just living to sway.
My arms help me reach what vegetation I grab with my tongue.
leaving the only worries I have for my young.
The are like me curled on my chest no worries at all,
bound the the tree above dreading the day they fall.
I bother no one just the leaves that surround me,
and wishing that all life was as free as can be.
hair but hold no heat as I stretch across the sky,
never really revealing my self because I am that shy.
So call me lazy call me that big and slow,
call me anything because with my life who needs an ego?

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2005