Roots

Roots

By Dahviksehva

As the cradle of life blooms
Our expressions wither

Petals vibrant and soft like silk
They wilt as the stem grows

The small plant now a tree
Never ending bark

High as the sky
Its roots now lost

Buried under hate and love
Its essence forgotten

Only the sky is the goal
But remember where your roots grow

For you are not of the sky
You grow from the ground my dear tree

For when you soar to high
When roots have been forsaken

The bark will fall
From clouds to dirt
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Our minds shattered
​We are not above after all