Roots

A walk through your park is like a glide through an unattached fantasy land

The trees seem to bend any which way they want to

even right over your head

I guess I’m saying the essence of the tree is uncaptured

I guess I’M SEEING essence of the tree is unCAPTURED

By all its surrounding beauty

But I can't help thinking about the roots

The roots don’t make me question if the leaves will shake

Although in the fall when the leaves hit the ground and fall on my house, and fall on me,

I still trust the roots to be sturdy

I guess I’m saying that it's beauty is captivating

But I only trust the roots.