Where Life Passes By

Where are we bound, my life and I,

Somewhere I still can’t see?

So much of life just flies right past

While I stand like a tree

And watch a world that I can’t join

Go flying right past me.

Sometimes life stops to bide a while

On my sedentary bough,

But soon it’s off to something more

And I’m alone, like now.

I’d shake the dirt off my deep roots,

But I just don’t know how.

So I must watch the sweeping world

Flash by on fleeting wings

While my roots bind me in one place,

Aside from all life brings.

Yet, since I can see life from here,

My weeping heart still sings!