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