The Tree..

Will it ever cease to erupt??
Do the vines ever lose their grip??
Standing, only to feel what’s beneath my feet…
The cool of the earth trembling to a boil…
My hands shaking… My body swept by wind…
I blow over un-retaining…
I fall, but do not break…
I’m cautious, yet not fragile…
Alone I lay, before I am left without…
Recycle my pride…
Employ me to the extent of your needs.