I don’t know if I stand tall
but my feet surely feel buried
in the muck; in the puddle
spreading deep down into the earth, to its middle.
I see the days pass,
the seasons change and years go by
But I stay still, the way I have always been-
grounded and inert, yet so keen.
But I can sense my strength
branching out into the embracing skies.
Still my legs stay rooted as they watch me grow-
tall as ever but laying so low.
