I stood still for to long.
My roots are growing,
But I am not getting
Any taller.
I let the world pass me by,
I watched as the sun
Gave way to the moon.
I shivered from the breeze
That moved my ankle length
Hair.
My roots keep me here,
Fore they are twisted in my
Hair.
Snow fills my shoes...
As time goes on,
Snow turns to slush,
And then ice again.
My roots are growing,
But I'm not getting
Any taller.