I'm rooted to this spot,
with an itch to move.
I'm green, pleasant & calm,
With barks & sprouts too.
Of despair, I must reek,
Of despair, I do leak.
As everyone moves somewhere,
Rooted here, I just peek.
I am but a tree,
Who dreams to be free.
Chained down by myself,
I no longer have the key.
I'll stand tall,
Through the sunshine & the rain.
Till the day I fall,
With nothing but regrets & vain.
