I know all this can be redeemed
Like smoothing out all the wrinkles in the trees.
Tangled roots untangling themselves
Simply for the sake of satisfying a salvation of souls.

But the roots will never leave the earth.
As much as I beg them to
REACH out to the sky
like their brother branches do.

The grooves in the bark refuse, too.
Too deep are they set in their ways,
Too reliant are they on their habits.
Too stiff. Too rigid.

Sad, cowardly roots, can you not for one moment transcend your assignments?
Are you so afraid to run that you crawl?
I'm trying to save you. I'm trying.
I'm trying.

But the soil is so damp with ignorance.
Deaf eyes
Blind hands hesitate before every procession.
Cripples who could fly if they but tried.

The bark remaining puckered,
The roots remaining shy.
Until one thing will succeed:
The Tree.