A root once met a patient ground,
No bloom, no branch, yet peace was found.
They spoke in stillness, grew in grace,
A quiet bond is a hidden place
The root curled deep with quiet trust,
Through droughts, storms, wind, and dust,
It held its breath, it bore the weight,
Dreamed of a tree, of a greener fate
But one day, the soil forgot to feel,
Turned cold, turned distant, turned unreal.
The root reached out, but found no stay,
The earth it loved had slipped away
Now in the dark, the root still lies
With unanswered thirst and quiet strains.
Not all roots rise, some break, some bend,
Some lose their way, clinging deep to yesterday.