Forest

Tree trunk,

Stuck in her ways.

She stays rooted

But her branches

Stay growing

To the clouds

Clutching for the stars.

Her veins run deep

Starting in the ground

Running straight up

Through her untrimmed

Limbs.

But one day 

She reaches too far

Her roots violently torn

Out from the ground

She is made into paper,

Blank.

No one knows 

where she'll end up,

Whether its

A piece of writing

Or crumpled up 

Drifting her ways

In the wind.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

I find this intriguing, you reach out for the skies but refuse to let go of your roots, and thus you lose both. I'm interested in the thought process to this, it's very precise and well-thought out.