Ode to the Lowly Tumbleweed

Oh, lonely dancer of the desert vast,

A skeletal waltz, a whimsical cast.

No roots you bind, no place you claim,

A wanderer's spirit, ever the same.

From fragile bloom to spiny frame,

The wind your guide, the wild your domain.

Across the plains, a prickly sphere,

Whispers of stories the dry wind holds dear.

 

You've seen the hawk with piercing gaze,

The coyote's song in the twilight maze.

The sun-bleached bones and ghost towns gray,

Secrets of ages whispered your way.

 

A symbol of resilience, stark and bold,

Though life is harsh, the story unfolds.

A testament to nature's grand design,

Beauty in motion, a life truly thine.

 

So roll, tumbleweed, on the dusty track,

A restless soul, never looking back.

A reminder to us, 'neath the vast, open sky,

That freedom's the song, as the moments fly.

 

--composed by Google Gemini May 2024