Rooted


Finding its way
through layers of
heat laden air and
piles of yellow-brown litter,

the soul wandered, restlessly,
seeking  personal space.

It burrowed deep,
searching for traces of soft warmth,

feeling the embrace
of  Earthy brown nuggets,
that clung, tightly around,
stifling the waves of pain

and going still deeper,
it relished the feel of
cool moisture drops rubbing its cheeks,

its many long arms,
reaching out to feel
the reverberations - the maternal vibes,

then,

stretched out to
greet  the neighbours -
sod, the  stones, the twigs,
the curled bits of leaf and grass,
the tiny ants and sleepy worms,

telling them...

my name is 'Root' and
I am here to stay.





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