Once,
I could taste the fresh sap,

felt the ground so near,

I flexed in the wind,
direction still to be found,
but always going up

Now,
I know the roots run deep,
we are still here,

barely sense any but the strongest storm,

only one place to grow,
only one direction,

unless our roots fail,
or I fail to bend,
and shatter in the gale.

Unknown "Arise" Intrigued - 16 years, 6 months, 15 days ago