Moving pieces all around me.
I am the rock, I am the tree.
Roots dug deep feet below.
I will remain here to grow.
Set me a blaze, chop me down.
Ill still be here deep in the ground.
I am an anchor one that's fixed.
Feelings however are torn and mixed.
Pick my leaves, and trim my branches.
You shall only be given so many chances.
For I will grow back only to be stronger.
Roots will grow deeper, branches longer.
I will overcome any storm in my way.
To shine in the sunlight again someday.
Rain shall replenish my broken soul.
For I am that rock you can not roll.