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.