If only the grass would grow and
Bind my feet to the ground,
Tie me to the soil and let me
Root my soul into the earth
So that I have a tether to secure me
Against the winds that sway me from my
In the clouds where my heart
Searches for the roads towards my goals.
But, if it were to break,
The wings I'd grown to battle the winds
That resist and threaten my direction
Would fail to find the roots again.