Trees, not part of me.

Sometimes, I forget that I was meant to be alone
A lonely leaf flying with the wind
carelessly living.
It's only when I am joined with a tree,
does all my world come down.
When I am let go by the tree, it is only then
that my heart saddens
saddens for it feels that I've lost my way again
I've rooted unto something that's not me
and when I am uprooted is when I am able to see
see that I've strayed from who I started to be
I wasn't meant to be rooted somewhere,
especially not joined.
Live happily and carelessly by myself,
that to me sounds precious.