roots

these days I'm deeply rooted

legs covered in mud

outstretched arms reach

for silent heavens

yet the lack of sunshine

no longer makes me frail

for below the crust

I have grown long enough

to hit hidden pockets of water

saving them from rainy days

my roots allow preparation

they allow me to repair

when I am hacked down

by outside forces

whether wind or foe

I know my rooted allies

will send signals of strength

until I can stand firm once again

as above, so below

fingertips kiss clouds

toes tickle tectonic plates

rooting myself allowed me to bloom

I am the whole picture

I see it all