Stationary

I want to be a rock
sat stationary beneath a river
stuck in the dirt and mud
as the current flows onward
surrounding and drowning.

I want to be a mushroom
sat stationary in the grass
such variety in appearance and taste
easily crushed beneath ones foot
toxic and tasty.

I want to be a tree
sat stationary, rooted to the ground
feeling the wind flow through my leaves
having an axe plunged in my side
tall and intimidating.

I want to be one with nature
no worries about the present
nor the past or future
sat stationary on this earth
easily disposed of yet wanted all the same.