The Tree..

Personification..

Will it ever cease to erupt??
Do the vines ever lose their grip??
Standing, only to feel what’s beneath my feet…
The cool of the earth trembling to a boil…
My hands shaking… My body swept by wind…
I blow over un-retaining…
I fall, but do not break…
I’m cautious, yet not fragile…
Alone I lay, before I am left without…
Recycle my pride…
Employ me to the extent of your needs.