Epiphyte

You really, really,
Disgust me!
Screamed epiphyte,
At her tree...
Growing roots in the ground,
It’s muddy mucky, look around!
Said the tree to epiphyte,
I'm really not the type to fight,
I'm very happy,
Where I stand,
I like my roots to grow in land...
'Epi' frowned a leafy frown,
Said I’d never touch the ground,
I like my roots,
To hang in air,

I get my water straight from there,
I guess that’s why you live on me,
Said the wise old earthbound tree,
You’re an air plant, epiphyte,
And that’s ok, that’s alright,
You live up there,
You’re stuck, you see,
So we'll agree to disagree...