Roots push deeper into the soil
As each bud blossoms on a new branch.
The trunk is strong and no one knows when
the first seed took sprout.
But they've been there
supporting the canopy of growth
which rises toward an infinite distance.
Your Branch is down below
and although I can no longer see you
I know... you're cradling me
making my life possible
helping me reach for the sun
and always
you will be there to watch over me.
