Trees

 

Roots

of a tree

form

achingly 

slow.

Days drift by,

a timelapse

shadow

creeping

over the

ground

below.

 

They take

nourishment

from the

soil.

Encouragement

from the rain.

They drink,

enriching

the roots.

Buds softly

twitching.

Itching

to aim

higher.

Slowly

building.

Gaining

strength.

 

They

spread

sprouting

branches,

that reach

for the sun

like arms

Stretched out

embracing 

the warmth.

We all need someone

to reach out to.

Someone to help us

start to grow,

before our leaves

start to flourish.

and our fruits 

start to show

 

They grow big,

their fruit

carries seed,

which reaches

new fields.

New areas

to breathe.

To give out oxygen,

to feed the lungs

of the people.

 

 

 

 

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