I have been planted deep inside Mother Earth

Hard fingered roots hold me down

Until I am ready to be born again

I am here to learn about the network

of living thoughts, we walk on each day

The ground we take for granted.

One thing I found fascinating,

Is the whispering to one another,

Their roots alive with information we will never hear.

I will not remember the things I have heard

Warnings of global disasters whisper beneath our feet

Their roots stretch far and wide

Beneath concrete pavements, under great buildings

Listening to the world above

Wishing they could do more than give us oxygen…

© Anita Dawes 2021