I was a young reed, I grew slender and high
I moved with the winds, left and then right
They bent me as they passed and swayed my stringy spine,
but I was happy just to play, my part in their carefree lives

I told the shrub beneath, this is no life to live
Listen to the winds, to stories of magic and kings
Rise up above and see the wonders of the world
Grow beyond these roots, that hold you down below

One day the winds said, let us show you our world
“Yes! take me up high, there’s no time for goodbyes”
A gust shook me from beneath, my roots gave away
I swirled around in delight and I was on my way

A pressing affair called them, they had to go away
With a promise to be back, they dropped me somewhere midway
Without my roots to hold me, I couldn’t stand or stay strong
Only wilt on the ground, while the winds tossed me about