Rooted Dreams
I stand tall—
nothing new,
I stand all day long.
Though I stay in one place,
I’ve seen so many things:
countless birds
playing in the breeze,
the changing colors
on the leaves,
all kinds of critters
living amongst me.
Please don’t fret,
for I am happy to share—
better to have chaos around
than lonely despair.
There are days
when it feels I’m all alone,
when the birds fly away
or the critters
find a new home.
When the sun sets for the day
and the moon
finally goes to sleep,
I’m left here—
left
to just be.
Standing tall
is all I seem to do—
no dancing for me,
no adventures coming soon,
no seeing the ocean
come into view.
I wish I could get up—
just get up
and go,
run as fast as I can
to see
what this world holds.
Though I may reach heights
that go to the sky,
my long-stretched arms
still can’t fly.
My home
is where I was born,
and it is where
I’ll someday die.
Standing
is my purpose,
so I am going to stand tall—
stand here
and give a home
to all creatures,
big and small.
Whether it be
to shade your hot day
or to help you
store food,
I’ll be here,
standing—
tall
and strong
for you.

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