Let Roots Bloom High
Buried so long in rules and obligations
To the earth, the roots have worked.
Every time a raindrop falls on a petal,
It finally finds the earth
But the petal owns the mirth
Forgetting it started in the earth first.
The sky births the snowflake
And the snowflake starts the river
Raging
And the doe in the meadow waits
Nervously
For the river to slow down and gently flow
Through the meadow.
Water interrupts war.
Instead it finds life in a root
Of a plant
That makes a flower
That we must give to that little snowflake that started it all.
Give to the roots and let them bloom
High.
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