Tuesday, August 4, 2015


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
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

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