We start off the same way,
firmly rooted where we're planted -
or so we believe.
Somewhere along the way,
a few wiggle their roots loose
and find their way to new soil.
Their roots get reburied and so
their new life begins,
as if they never skipped a beat.
But then there are some,
who struggle to pick up and go.
They know they want to bloom,
but don't know how to leave.
How could you grow where you're planted
if where you're planted
is not where you wish to be?