There was a tree born by the river,
In the shadow of many taller trees.
As this tree fought for sunlight
He grew in spite of the shade.
As the clouds floated by in the sky overhead
The young tree dreamt of being on the move.
The world moved around him years seeming by the hundreds
The young tree grew in spite of the shade.
One day as the sun shone bright
The young tree felt the sun.
As he basked in the light he dreamt of rootlessness
He shook with desire to move like the clouds.
As his leaves shook and his mind raced
Something strange happened; his roots removed themselves from the earth.
The still young tree began to travel with no roots.
Everywhere that he would go he would plant himself and become a new tree.
He grew upon Peruvian soil and let the llamas eat his fruit.
He traveled as a tiny tree in a pot across the sea as a sailor watered him and shared his soul.
The young tree grew in the red earth of Africa as a Baobab
Lions sharpened there claws upon his bark and at nights the birds used him for rest.
Everywhere that he traveled he became something new
Still he remembered the clouds over head and the dreams dreamt in the shade.
Though he traveled and shaped he never forgot how hard he fought to travel
He grew and moved with no roots in spite of the shade.