Roots and Wings

In the quiet of the dawn,

Where dreams and daylight gently spawn,

A tale begins, both old and new,

Of roots that ground and wings that flew.

Deep in the earth, the roots entwine,

In soil rich with time's design,

They hold us firm through storm and strife,

The anchors in the sea of life.

With every storm and tempest wild,

These roots endure, serene and mild,

They draw from depths of ancient lore,

The strength to face what lies in store.

Yet wings, they beckon to the sky,

To realms where boundless dreams can fly,

They lift us high on currents bold,

To chase the sun, to grasp the gold.

With wings we soar through skies unknown,

Embracing all that life has shown,

We rise above the fears we hold,

To find our place, to seek, to mold.

But wings without the roots will fail,

And roots alone will not prevail,

For in the balance, we must find,

The harmony of heart and mind.

So cherish roots that hold you fast,

The ties to history, to the past,

But spread your wings and dare to dream,

For life is more than what it seems.

In every heart, in every soul,

The roots and wings make us whole,

They guide us through our journey long,

A melody, a timeless song.

And when the twilight cloaks the land,

When time has traced its final strand,

We'll find in roots and wings, the blend,

The story of a life well penned.