Perhaps I want to float and flow and fly away.
Perhaps I want to swim and swirl and dance.
Perhaps I want to twirl and glide and arabesque.
Perhaps I want to stretch myself and soar...

But I stay rooted, firm and strong.
But I stay still, my feet unmoving.
But my arms unfold, eager, open.
And my hands open, eager, helpful.

I do float and flow and fly around.
I do swim and swirl and dance.
I do twirl and glide and arabesque.
I do stretch and soar.

The wind beneath me helps me glide.
The soil enriches roots I've grown.
I fly, I float, I arabesque.
I blossom, cherry pink and green.
Just look closely.

I am not as still as you think.