Roots

The day you came to me

I was on my knees

Looking at the roots 

I could see that they were covered

In what I could not say

My hands dirtied

My knees and back sore 

I kept pulling the sickly growth away

The day you came 

I had gotten a little deeper that day

I could see their strength 

Thick roots deeply set into the earth 

My tears they started washing away 

That strange growth

Unnatural 

My tears could cleanse

My efforts were fruitful

My hands had use

The day you came 

I saw the beginnings 

I saw the depth and breadth of the roots

Connected to the earth, to the source

I will tend my tree

I will care for my roots