Roots
I water my plants
With my watering cup
And the soil becomes wet
As the roots drink it up.
The leaves, once a‘wilt
On their stems stand up straight
And I’m glad that their drink
Didn’t reach them too late.
Just like plants, we have roots
Which, when starved, make us droop
And at times, we’ll perk up
With some chicken-type soup.
But for humans, some kindness
Can have that effect,
Though it isn’t the cure
We should always expect.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2023
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