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roots
i wish to grow like a wise old tree
roots reaching deep underground
my history carved in closed circles inside me,
invisible to people and their prying eyes
my feet would stay planted in the soil
while my roots run wild,
grounding me into the earth
that gives me my life
i would stand tall above the canopy,
gazing down with joy at the forest
knowing that i can take what i need
and i give back to it what i can.
i could live in harmony with the creatures
who shelter beneath my leaves
and make homes in my body
and bury their food in my soil.
yes, i wish to grow like an old tree,
firm in my roots
wise in my ways,
giving back to the earth
instead i grow like a person-
volatile and ever-changing
uninformed, self absorbed
without consideration for the world
so i wish instead to be a tree,
before we cut the last one down
to burn for our machines
and forget what they look like.
© Frankie
roots reaching deep underground
my history carved in closed circles inside me,
invisible to people and their prying eyes
my feet would stay planted in the soil
while my roots run wild,
grounding me into the earth
that gives me my life
i would stand tall above the canopy,
gazing down with joy at the forest
knowing that i can take what i need
and i give back to it what i can.
i could live in harmony with the creatures
who shelter beneath my leaves
and make homes in my body
and bury their food in my soil.
yes, i wish to grow like an old tree,
firm in my roots
wise in my ways,
giving back to the earth
instead i grow like a person-
volatile and ever-changing
uninformed, self absorbed
without consideration for the world
so i wish instead to be a tree,
before we cut the last one down
to burn for our machines
and forget what they look like.
© Frankie
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