Root of Love
I am a tree standing tall, strong and immovable people admire my looks my strong branches to which the kids climb and play, I give people shade just to stay, people recognize the wind by the way I flow and sway from side to side and with that they know how the wind guides, But never see my roots that keep me alive. You are my roots you feed me life, you make me beautiful, you make me strong and without you I would last very long. People sees the man as the tree but oversee the root that made him be. The root is submissive so it lays underground it can be found if you'll just dig around. The root supports its main source to help it to grow with love never force. The root and tree is one so when it dies the tree falls and lies on the ground silent no sound but the root stay there never going anywhere I die we die that's the bond we share. Other people might admirer but the root cares and after you've fallen and the stares stop the root gives you her water until the final drop. Now that's love and giving all you got.
Poet: Soul Of A. Man
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