It only took a little ***** to wedge into my sole
A constant sting informing me that I am left unwhole.

I curse the infernal splinter and I tug at it in vain
But every time I pinch the wood, the sucker still remains

I smush my heels into the Sand to pack it like brown sugar
Which irritates the lousy wood and shoves its roots in further.

I wade on tiptoes ‘cross the Stream to wash away my doubt
But on the other shore I see, my calves begin to sprout

I chill my little piggies in the Tundra even more so
But as the blizzard clears, I find a trunk is now my torso

I scrape my arch against the Crag protruding from the Mountain
And at the top I see my arms spew branches like a fountain

I shuffle along the Ocean floor surrounded by the dark
But with my fingers I can feel, my skin has turned to bark

I squish the Moss like applesauce and curl my toes with glee
Splinter, ‘cause I left you there, I’ve turned into a tree!

I’ve now become a nature soul without a heart to lose
Why else would I roam across the Earth without a pair of shoes?