Covered in leaves, it’s roots hold the Ground steady

Like a tree, each leaf sprouts from the branches

Through the whirling winds, it get battered but never breaks

Linked together, across such leaps of time,

of space, of culture and of race

Vibrant blossoms bloom within places of windswept chaos

Even to share its shade among the weary

Burnt to the roots, when the world seems too bleak

Another takes hold rising above the brambles of mortal nature

The Roots of Humanity hold the Ground steady