We think of roots,
And we look to the trees.
Often failing to acknowledge
Our own history.
Reaching for the sky,
In a bid to break free.
Did you forget your place
Within these galaxies?
The sooner we feel
Our connection to another,
Louder the heartbeat
Becomes of our mother.
Just as nature itself
Spend trillions of years,
Evolving through time
Simply to be here,
We, too, have a purpose.
Branching far deeper
Than any surface.
In times of sorrow,
Or utter despair,
Remember the union
That we all share.
The same force
That nests a bird
Or encourages a seed to grow
Simply echoes
What unites us all.
These roots that guide us home.