Soaring
The ropes, and the weight, coming off allows me to float, to soar. Unless I'm tethered to the ground. Am I? Only time will tell. Will I disperse and scatter throughout the sky and universe once the weight is removed. Or will I gently hover over the surface, floating freely until the roots restrict my movement, holding me back in place. Seeing the world from one vantage point. My vantage point.