Our Roots

Our roots are in another kind of earth Invisible, yet felt in guts and heart Unlike the trees that bow down at our birth Ignorant of our roots, now torn and worse We come to grief and all its little parts. Our roots are in another kind of earth Our conception, to the sperm, is merry mirth The egg is eager for her life to start Unlike the trees that, windy, flounce and curse. We do not know what our deep roots are worth Till sad we see our angels each depart Our roots are in some other kind of earth We grow,enlarge, and learn a language first Then in our home grown narrative we star Unlike the trees that bowed down at our birth Creating love from endless tiny sparks The form of every universe must start. Our roots are in another kind of earth With fabled trees entrancing every birth