Why, oh why
Don’t the plants move?
I’ve seen the pictures and diagrams
Some plants have a million legs!
They sit on the ground with their legs buried deep
They just sit
And sit
And sit
And sit
What if the plants got up?
What if they marched away?
Wat if the trees decided to go on holiday?
Entire forests would shake
As they marched across the hillsides
The mountains would quake
With the force of their tall strides
There would be ballets of roses
Waltzes of daffodils
Swirls of tiger lilies and peonies
And what about the carrots?
Would they hop up and down?
With the leaves on their heads just bouncing around?
And the Venus fly traps?
What about them?
Would they go around biting to scare the other stems?
I wish the plants would walk
I truly do
But only with a gust of wind do they move
So I’ll just sit here and wonder about the plants
And wonder if I’ll ever see them dance
