The ground is hard underfoot
My roots stretch deep within it
Steadfast, weaving a complex knot
in the soil of your heart.
Wind comes
So strong and fierce
My boughs sway and I bend at
the waist to keep from breaking.
But my roots hold fast
Safe in the harbor of your heart
though the storm above rages on.
They grow deeper, reaching for a
tighter grasp
Securing a foothold
Above, the storm threatens to tear me up
roots and all
So I bend as far as I can
I bow down and inhale the sodden earth
The cool, damp scent of it fills my nose
And when I feel that I am about to break
That I can hold on no longer
The storm stops
The wind dies down
And I straighten myself in the soft sunlight
My roots relax but never release
From the rich soil that is
Your Heart
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