Trees Float Below the Clouds

Trees in my neighborhood walk around naked On land, on ground, out loud below the clouds Rooted in history stepping out on the town Out of their depths somehow in hurricanes Dreaming of becoming pirates lost at sea Wooden limbs or legs that once limped along highways at home Leap over waves, branching out opened to the ocean's roar Sails unfurl on their mighty mast of power as hearty creaks Circumnavigating not only the world but flowing sheets Bushes can only shake in place as shrubbery Everyone knows how boring shrubbery can be Trees stop traffic when they fall on the streets They can't walk on water But given half a chance they can float At sea it is easy being a tree