I'm alone at my own dance <br />flowers surround me <br />yet my roots remain <br />grounded <br />for their petals appeal not to me <br />and im stuck like anchors in <br />desolate beaches <br />not allowed to sort <br />and float through the breeze with them <br /> <br />Once the dance ends <br />I will be able to <br />extend <br />up into the sky <br />protected and in common <br />with my rooted counterparts <br />those who themselves <br />have faced and survived <br />gusts that blow them lonely <br /> <br />I'm confident in the abilities <br />of the flowers <br />and am assured in the fact <br />that they'll create sensational <br />fields <br />for they are resiliant <br />and wherever they may solidify <br />they will bloom incandescently <br /> <br />Yet their fields <br />hold no place <br />for my required forestry <br />and while those flowers <br />will move in harmony <br />I'm an immobile tree <br />and with my fellow trees <br />i shall grow <br /> <br />But for now <br />I'm alone sinking further <br />and further <br />while the flowers <br />rise higher <br />and become less implanted <br />as they prepare to <br />drift <br />and i prepare to <br />branch<br /><br />chris ortiz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-with-flowers-waiting-for-trees/
