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.