The Tumbleweed and Tree

Once there was a tumbleweed

who loved to roll around.

He danced upon the restless breeze

and flew across the ground.

With mighty pride, he tumbled fast,

(a marvel to the sky)

swifter than a hurricane,

he traveled by and by.

“Courageous, strong, and bold am I”

(he boasted as he spun)

“I move about with certainty—

while others stay with none!”

And so this little tumbleweed

wandered to and fro,

judging all the other plants

who never chose to go.

“I’m better than the rest of you.”

(or so he claimed to be)

And as he tumbled through the grass,

he saw a little tree.

“I pity such a scrawny thing

(who cannot move about)

Should I do the civil thing,

and quickly tear you out?”

Silence followed—gentle, firm—

then spoke the humble tree:

“Truly I am rooted here,

(firmly in this place)

While you pass so eagerly,

and leave without a trace.

The winds will change, your path will shift,

you’ll never call one home,

While I swiftly grow in strength,

anchored deep in stone.”

Beyond those words the tumble rolled,

(empty to the core)

still at mercy to the breeze,

but boasting all the more.

And so we must now ask ourselves:
who is right or wrong?
Should we stand and fight the fight
or simply roll along?