Is it me following the stream,

Or did the stream come to me?

 

Watching,

Me and my friends see it go by each day,

And yet stay still.

A both/and stream.

 

Sometimes full of water, spilling onto our trunks,

But always providing nourishment,

Spilling hidden water reaching the deepest roots.

 

I will stand and follow.

Becoming a both/and tree.