TUMBLEWEED:

I was given roots, sap, a stem & birthed from the seed,

I grew, I flourished, I flowered & then I just simply died,

Now, I´m just a small simple shriveled up tumbleweed,

A meshed tangle, bleached, sapped & so agedly dried.

I rumble, roll & tumble over hill, dune & solitary plain,

Running through deserts where white, picked bones lay,

Under searing sun, where hungry old beasts cry in pain,

Through places where only Satan & his serpents go to play.

Through the long, sandy halls of cruel winds, I tumble & roll,

Over the lost African lands, Toledo & through old Delaware,

Burning silently over snakes unaware, rat, cat & lowly mole,

Through dusty streets where only the dead men stop & stare.

I rumble & tumble, I seek, plead & search, I wail & silently call,

To the rain & God, to please turn me back into a new little seed,

But all I hear is their laughter, echoing as I rumble, tumble & fall,

“You´ll forever now be, only a simple, dry & rolling tumbleweed.