olive treeThey say a mirror of above is below,
Branches reaching high,
Not touching the sky,
With roots buried deep.
A secret network
Of Life old and new
Only half of it seen,
Half hidden from view.
Stretching out, reaching down
Not understood
Grasping at soil
As it slips underfoot
No purchase, it slides,
Down an unknown path
Darker and colder.
Above the surface bolder
Arms embrace the sun
Warmth caressing the seed
So much in need
To be whole, and nourished
In the light of Day.
Roots are the base
For all Nature’s calls
If they are gone,
The mightiest tree falls.

fallen tree

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to Roots

  1. janeybgood says:

    I love this! It’s beautiful.

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