I don't want the wind to take me where it blows
I want my roots to hold me in place
Let me turn my back on the falling trees
That were swept away by this gentle breeze
Helpless as their strong roots mistook their stillness for stiffness
And left them without telling them it was time to leave
My roots shiver as the wind brushes past my shoulder
And laughs at my resistance to its sweeping ways
As it descends slowly to my feet,
I pray my roots root for me.