Planted firmly in the ground,

I shake not when someone comes near,

But show my connection with humanity inadvertently.

 

My toes are what people notice,

As if I will daintily or clumsily move through the forest,

Lumbering towards a new pasture.

 

As if that could be better than where I am right now.

Where God put me.

 

 

 

 

A reader recommended this song as a result of reading the poem.

I’d Rather Be Here

 

Drawing straight lines towards the sun,

Each perfectly spaced,

Giving their brothers room to breathe,

And soak up the sunlight,

Providing protection for each other.

 

A family, silent yet strong,

In their noise free, wonderful celebration of seasons,

Which lasts for years.

 

Those mysterious trees.

 

Dribbling onto the seashore,

I make an unimpressive sight,

Hardly noticed, almost silent,

I creep over the rocks,

Rolling up the sand,

Just wetting it again,

When you thought it was dry.

 

Yet my movement, though small is impressive … in its consistency.