Roots of a talking tree

I talk, Nothing else I am all talk. Nothing happends. Im rooted to one spot, Roots deep like chains, Roots designed to withstand wind, Withstand floods, Withstand change, Withstand will. I can't move to more fertile lands, I can't move closer to other trees, I'm alone and stuck alone, Miles from civilisation. Our roots connect us, But they are not open, Not a way to connect thoughts, Trade nutrients, They touch, that is it. I'm stuck touching people, Touching those who don't nourish me. But I'm rotting away, My roots, my thoughts, my body, All turn to sludge. Nutrients for roots, ones I touch, Ones yet to come.