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.