The time had come to leave,
uproot from past’s disease,
and set upon a search
for somewhere else to breeze.

I crossed the waves and land
to lean right where I stand.
No marks upon my bark,
turned leaves upon my hands.

Soft ground beneath my feet,
fresh air above my head.
The view is crystal clear
right to its never-end.

All they that now surround
are new to here, like me.
And though I lay my roots,
I finally feel free.