May you not live blindly to the rotten earth that surrounds your feet. Please find your way amongst the branches and ivy that cover the road signs. The journey is never easy, but it will always be worth taking.
Love,
The old soul who still believes in you
Old Friend
The colossal tree
down our block
was uprooted today.
Plucked out of the ground
like potatoes
in mamma’s garden.
Watching from
living room window
I saw the roots resist
determined to grasp
soil it called home.
Let go old friend,
these young seeds
will always find their way to you.
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