Of Car and Tree

I'm the stationary tree
And you are the moving car
I stay, fixed to my roots.
And you, with all the fuels and engine, traveling everywhere your heart desires.

If I have to be a tree till the day I die
I don't want to be the bad tree.
Stopping you all of sudden
Make you crashed on me while you're in motion.

Let me be the tree you're always looked  back to.
Drives all day and back to me at night
Hides under my shades when the sun extremely bright.
Give you the kind of serenity and calmness in every tides.

Perhaps someday I will be a moving car just like you.
But to be a stationary tree is nothing less, too.