Roots

The sunshine above me is calling my name.

The warmth, like a flame that tickles my skin,

pulls at my hair, and gives my soul flight.

It’s calling me, begging me, “float up into the light.”

And try as I might, the soil beneath me stays firm. 

It is my foundation. It houses the roots that tether my feet to the earth.

Those roots keep me safe, they make me strong, they give me the courage to stay.

And without them I fear, I’d already be floating away.

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