The inspiration of theis poem comes from--guess what--trees. These trees are situated in my summer camp, Usdan. I saw little or no protruding roots in the trees bulging out from the ground. So I was wondering, What if something doesn't change, doesn't adapt away from its uniformity like characters such as WALL-E or Ninotchka or Eliza Doolittle or Henry Higgins? What would we be in the most extremem of conservative ways? Statues? Stunted beings?

I am very satisfied with this poem long after I have written it. I can still interpret and understand the meanings as I had intended from the start. I hope you will as well.