Prop Roots! ! ! Poem by Garima Dixit

A level up to the ground, I saw them tangling down the branch...

Breathing air, absorbing moisture, fire desire, sky observer, wants to penetrate the holy home 'Earth they want to acquire'...

Gaining wisdom of the Earth they want to go back to Earth...

Giving strength to the core, happily accept to call them support...

A lot of them want to compete, who will first touch the floor...

They want web to nurture core, they want core to grow more...

Earth will accept all who has cure and will allow them to pillar the whole...

And will embrace them for sure as she knows they love the core...