A Poem about "A Windstorm in the Forest"

We leave; we come back
Again and again and again.
Each time moving a little bit farther,
reaching for something off in the distance,
but we always return to our roots,
to where it all began.
We may stretch for a dream, just beyond our grasp,
sometimes feeling as though the strain will rip us from our roots,
but we snap back up,
to our homes.
We spring up from the ground and stand tall and safe where we started;
Just like a tree swaying in a windstorm.