The Root of It All
Slowly ... I approached the tree
Was down to earth and dying,
There's something you can tell to me
Between the first and final crying
This haven to generations of
Treehouses and rope swings,
Sounding from below and above
With laughter and foolish things
Running rings around you then
Chasing children of their own,
Was once yourself a sapling when
Hands first planted the story grown
Your seasons came just to go
To keep time from being bland,
Grab the winds when they blow
Is something I can understand
And now, as you lay here bending
Broken branches once so tall,
It was leafing your happy ending
That lies at the root of it all.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2023
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