rooted

The movement of the trees

giving a sudden warning

But still I sit on my perch

Watching the storm come in

Feeling every part of my body move
yet the sum of me stays rooted.
A brew of clouds swirls
the world changes.
The leaf moves the direction it is told
but the trunk unmoving
anchored to the ground.
A clutter of veins
clenched to the soil.