Roots
Starting out small
A seed, eventually a sapling
Dropped from an oak tree
Carried far away
Taken from my home
Now in the soil to grow
With some tender, loving care
I too could grow tall
Tall enough to reach the skies
But that will never happen
Tied to the ground by my roots
Time seems to change everything
And in many ways
A season may come and go
Change the way I look
I don’t like this
I want it all to stay the same
I don’t want things to change
A millennium has seemed to pass
Only a century has
From young love crossing my path
Etching tattoos in my bark
To stories of tragedy
All coming to me for guidance
Not being able to help
As I begin to wilt
Losing my leaves for good
I drop saplings in hope
In hope they will carry a legacy
And tracing me back to their Roots