Gnarled, thin fingers claw at the sky;
Sun rays hide shyly behind thick clouds,
peeking at their leafy admirers.
Perpetually rooted to the ground,
the light taunts them;
giving life,
but damning them to immobility.
There will be no air dancing for them.
The only cloud they’ll taste
is that which lies low,
a fog miserable as a sponge.
Earth’s star fades in the distance,
mimicking their tragic dreams.