Tumbling Free

Silent winds whisper tales long gone,

Dusty trails where no one’s drawn.

Floating free, a lone seed’s wish,

Tumbling weeds in sunset’s kiss.

Across the vast, unending plain,

Chasing shadows, feeling rain.

Every breeze, a memory,

Of roots that long for what they see.

Oh, how do you grow?

When the world is wide and hollow,

Tumbling in the unknown,

Seeking something to follow.

Tumble, tumble weed, where do you go?

Through sandy storms and sunset’s glow.

Riding the whispering air,

A wandering soul without a care.

Sand and dust beneath your feet,

Echoes of a life discreet.

Floats so free, yet confined,

A silent wish to intertwine.

Oh, how do you grow?

In the desert’s endless shadows,

Tumbling in the flow,

Craving roots to truly know.

Tumble, tumble weed, where do you go?

Through sandy storms and sunset’s glow.

Riding the whispering air,

A wandering soul without a care.

Lost in the breeze, spun by the sun,

A journey begun, nowhere to run.

Seeking a place to call home,

Among the grains, I drift alone.

Floating free, across the plains,

Endless dance, no chains, no chains.