To be trees

When trees grow
They can't leave their spot
Their stuck with their neighbours
Growing forever with only the same companions

And I don't think we were meant to be trees
I don't think we were meant to stay planted

Eating the same food
Drinking the same water
Not mattering whether we're content with things staying the same
Because things are going to stay the same regardless of whether we want them or not

But, well, that's not to say it's all bad
There's good things to staying still sometimes

We aren't stuck with our neighbours
But it's nice to have long term friends
We can try different foods
But it's ok to have some favourites

See, we're not trees
At least, I don't think we were meant to be

But that doesn't mean we should uproot for the sake of uprooting
Nor that we should just stay in the same spot
We are humans
And, for better or worse, we get to choose what that means