Deep Roots

Deep roots: the shovel cuts the soft roots,

deep roots, it circles the earth,

 Its Roots hold the ground in place,

 The universe turns at a slow rate.

The foundation still exists.

Fragile reaches its arms out and holds aces.

The deeply rooted brown earth thrives as it beholds.

Like a mother’s arms that carry a child tenderly,

 So, the roots of the tall trees hold fast,

The shadow cast long and wide its shade.

Its gentle arms protect us from the harsh sunlight.

Its tender flesh provides warmth and shelter.

The solid wood protects us.

It cannot fade,

 Strong and proud,

 It stands against the forces.

 Rain that beats,

and wind that screams,

We cannot cut down this proud tree.

It stands against it all.

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