We always marvel

At the grandeur of a tree

By its height,

Or it’s leaves,

Or the thickness of its trunk

But that is not how the tree continues to live

For that, you have to go under

Deep, wide, long

The roots snake through the ground

Without the roots

The could never have become grand

Without the roots

The tree could not live

Perhaps we should give more credit

To what lays beneath

To...