In a couple of years
I will have nothing
to hold on to.
My roots will keep on reaching
and I will keep on hoping.
I’ll extend my arms towards the light.
The ground beneath me will
give way as I fall victim to
Mother’s hands. I shall rest
until I rot away
and Mother births another
in my place. I mustn’t cry
for I know that this
is my fate. I’ll return to
the Earth that gave me life.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
In a couple of years
I will have nothing
to hold on to.
My roots will keep on reaching
and I will keep on hoping.
I’ll extend my arms towards the light.
The ground beneath me will
give way as I fall victim to
Mother’s hands. I shall rest
until I rot away
and Mother births another
in my place. I mustn’t cry
for I know that this
is my fate. I’ll return to
the Earth that gave me life.
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