I stay still

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don't know if I stand tall

but my feet surely feel buried

in the muck; in the puddle

spreading deep down into the earth, to its middle.

I see the days pass,

the seasons change and years go by

But I stay still, the way I have always been-

grounded and inert, yet so keen.

 

But I can sense my strength

branching out into the embracing skies.

Still my legs stay rooted as they watch me grow-

tall as ever but laying so low.