Cling to water and drive down
these roots that grow the tree
so trunks may rise and leaves devise
their escape from mother-tree.
Run, leaves, to enrich the soil,
dance with the sun and wind,
paint the sky full of color
creations of my kin.
And sway, trees, in the storms
grounded to your roots;
feeble trees poised to fall,
the strong stand resolute.
For if the roots dig deep enough
into earth they’ll find
a network of connected roots,
a forest – all combined.
And in this metaphor we’re all trees,
growing roots and shedding leaves.
Digging deeper, seeking truth,
discovering unity amongst other roots.
Dig deep enough and you will see
community roots ground our trees,
bless our leaves, and sow our seeds –
and give us strength in storms.
Dig, my trees, push your roots
deep into ground
for one day soon you’ll revel in
the forest that you’ve found.
Blisstramp 