Entrenched for the longest time
The weeks and months and years flew.
Although the winters have gone
I will always be rooting for you.

Searched within that field
For a single speck to turn to.
Although we are already withering
I will always be rooting for you.

Ingrained for the longest time
The soil, with petals, is blanketed anew.
Although we are already drifting
I will always be rooting for you.

Swept clean from the storm
Into where I know is true;
Although I am at the edges
I will always be rooting for you.