I am now a tree

mama,
i am now a tree,
rooted to the ground;
flailing against the gusting wind;
the sea is rising
with each passing moment,
fomenting trouble;
unnerving me...
sea water cant help me,
i'm gasping, choking,

Help me mama!!!

the tide is receding,
the gulls are returning
the wind is changing
is that rain, mama?
wash me clean.
please.

- pranay