Open Heart

uprooted

i am a small tree
growing in a wasteland
i uproot myself
and try to crawl far
away from this place
but the land is vast
and when i settle again
i'm still in a wasteland
i try to soak in
the nutrient of the soil
but there is barely
will patience save me
will something grow
and see that i exist
will my blossoms
travel far enough
for someone to remember
life is long
and lonely
yet i persevere