I will never be
anything as beautiful
as a tree

And if I had
I would have been uprooted by storm
and then washed
out to the sea

I have roots but
but none too long
I stayed barely a night
before I was moving on

Never had friends long enough
Keeping up with them
was just to tough

Their names were tacked by letter
to the front door
But I only opened it up
to be moving
on some more

My roots run
only Kudzu deep
But still they are
honeysuckle sweet

They stand tall
as a Southern pine
in fall
They have a say
like a black crow calls

They run down
to the riverbed
of dreams

You catch me
lost in them
it always seems

I will never be
anything as beautiful
as a tree

But I have bark
that makes up my skin
And rings of years around the center of me

And I've branched out
and made a canopy
of all of my days

All without the aid
of a root system
So in that
I'm simply amazed