The tree is beautiful
But nothing compares
To the roots.
Melodies catch attention
But songs are empty
Without the harmonies.
Youth is sharp
But life is simple
Without the depth of age.
Teach me your roots.
Sing me your harmonies.
Let me be there to see the development
Of every crease,
Every wrinkle,
Every stupendous
Life-giving breath.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
The tree is beautiful
But nothing compares
To the roots.
Melodies catch attention
But songs are empty
Without the harmonies.
Youth is sharp
But life is simple
Without the depth of age.
Teach me your roots.
Sing me your harmonies.
Let me be there to see the development
Of every crease,
Every wrinkle,
Every stupendous
Life-giving breath.
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