I stand beside the gray bridge over land
Do you see me? My arms are strong and many
I am naked in the sun, rain and snow
But as the sun moves north
I will be clothed in glorious green.
But see me now
Do you notice the multitude of branches,
the hundreds of twigs that contrast against the sky?
I stand alone rooted to the earth
from which I gain my strength.
But I see you fly by in your metal and plastic
containers polluting the air we all inhale.
Can you change your roots to the road anymore
than I can pull my roots from the earth?
by Linda Barnes, March 2016