it became apparent to me that nothing could move you you were not only down to Earth but you were rooted too and that's what i wanted: to be planted

A tree stays rooted without refusing to move. Wind bends its branches, autumn takes its leaves, and spring grows new ones. Night and rain reach it too. Its strength is not stillness; its roots let it change without losing its place.

Being planted means having that kind of foundation. Worries can move, seasons can turn, and dark times can arrive without uprooting the life held there. Roots do not prevent change or promise ease. They give change something steady to move around. Wanting to be planted is therefore a wish to bend, release, receive, and grow without losing one’s footing.