I’m a tree Still standing in unfamiliar field I yearn to move on and explore However, I know I’m rooted here No matter how far the winds lead me I’ll always be rooted My roots never change but I do If you strip my bark you’d see The rings tell the age, not the experience My leaves show my growth They glow with emotional knowledge Their ubiquitous shape and colors Show a separation of my brain Are they clashing or cooperating? They are influenced by the foliage around me Flowers among flowers, but which are roses? Whose thorns hurt me? And which weeds can’t I let go of? My umbrage can’t decide Sooner or later it won’t matter I’ll pick a path and be carried away To a new field, on a new day