Roots

She is bare but she is not dead nor is she dormant. Nature knows to send her roots deep into the earth when the harsh winter strikes. Even now, spring is emerging within the roots buried deep. Matters not that we cannot see. Her limbs do not go limp thinking all is lost, their seasons have ended, winter has stripped their leaves and hope. From beneath the earth, where there is no sun, where life once ended goes to rest, the roots draw forth life, strength and nourishment.


She is bare but she is not dead nor is she dormant. Her roots are deep into the earth tickling the seeds of spring and whispering, 'weary one, look at me.'