My branches thrive with livelihood
strong, they sway with the winds of reason
sturdy, they stand as they are gazed upon in awe
proud, I present my leaves; my most prized accomplishments

but buried deep, I hide away my roots
My roots: I carry shame
My roots: I hold secrets
My beginning, my foundation
Without I am nothing
Buried so deep in soil that I did not ask to be planted in
I try to enclose the ugly truth behind my beautiful branches