The most wild intoxication belongs to the newly sprouted seed

 

With the first glimpse of sky

It’s all too easy to believe that we belong only to the light

It’s all too easy to forget that not once in the history of the earth

Has a tree ever grown from the sky

 

In our wild longing towards the light

We curse the ground that nurtured sight

 

Craving blossom and juice

We forget we are more than just flowers and fruits

We are leaves and stem and stalk and ROOTS

 

Beautiful roots

Ancient wild roots

Penetrating deep, anchoring to earth

Lineage of life in dirt

 

Earthbound things all connected by this common need for ground

All intertwined beneath the surface

This buried web of life holding our shared birthright

 

It is in our roots that we remember 

Those who planted the seeds of us

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Living things bowing down 

Becoming fertile ground for more living things

Our rooted darkness holding our destiny

Pushing us always towards our own blossoming

 

This rooted uprising

Both love song and battle cry

We cling to earth and reach for sky

And exist always in both