Tumbler

Tumble here, tumble there. I can tumble just about anywhere.
Roots are gone, my leaves have fallen. I myself have withered and dried. I have been uprooted and died. I'm free. To tumble here, and there, practically anywhere.
Wherever the wind might take me, across the sands ill go. To go all the places I can, as long as this wind might blow.
From a tumble weed, traveling the vast expanse of anywhere.

"Tumbler"_A prose piece