It’s the flowers and the leaves
Everyone sees
And oohs and ahhhs about.
The bark
Calls to be touched
Rough and whorled,
strong and tall
holding it all
up.
But what about what’s underground?
safe and sound
Secure and securing.
Roots.
Blossom floats in the air
Mixes without a care.
Petals finally lay together, gently resting.
Leaves red, brown and gold
Fall in a flurry
Are kicked through in a hurry
Clumsily combined.
Roots grow together.
Seeking out nourishment,
questing for water
to quench
the deep need.
Roots under pressure
but together whatever
Entwined,
winding,
Pushing onwards together,
A community.
Unseen and unknown
But anchoring
All the colours and the hues
That bring the ahhs and the oooohs.
The anchors
In the dirt.
I Like the angle of this quote being about roots… I can get behind that… as always your words are lovely!