The Arboreal tribe

Watch the Arboreal Tribe, in spaces shy, where roots don’t dare to lie.
Each step a challenge, a silent cry: trees meant for earth’s hug, yet they pass by.
Under the threat of flames, high, they may turn to ash, never knowing soil’s sigh.
On the wind, their tales fly, hinting at a fate that’s shy.
Will the earth claim them, or just pass by? Are they forever to drift, under the sky?
Will the ground greet them, or to oblivion, they tie? Their essence fading, a quiet goodbye,
Ablaze, in search of a place where they truly belong, eternally seeking, without knowing why.