we’re all

Think of the seed,
unable to be grounded by roots;
relying on the whims of father fate –
and the hands of mother earth […].

We’re All
Grounded By Roots

I (have it small, and have a magnifying glass on it – showing a bigger version) 


Think of the seed,
unable to be grounded by roots;
relying on the whims of father fate -
and the hands of mother earth.
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as a seed without roots,
there exists possibility.
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II (skinny like a small tree)

\for a sapling the roots are the weakest,/
\they tentatively take hold in reality,/
\where their form is yet perceived./
\& where they choose to take root/
\ shapes the tree it’ll someday be./

III (big and broad)

<to support all those bloominous brilliant branches,>
<a great tree must have roots strong and many,>
<for all the shade and oxygen they provide,>
<their very life becomes rewarding…>
<the life of being grounded by roots.>

-M. L. Michael-
11/07/09




About…

This was originally written to either be for a book of poetry or something else. I cant remember. But I left the notes in because I still like what I was trying to do here.