Small tender brown roots
Branching underground downward
Crumble foundations
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Very nice
Thank you, Lynn
So true, the hidden things are often the strongest.
Right, Andrea. I was thinking of the tree roots and chipmunks who are destroying my son’s concrete steps.
You have a way with words..so crisp and bright
Thanks so very much for your comment. 🙂
Strength in tenderness. Well said.
Thanks. that is just what I meant.
Sensible and succinct
Thanks, Heath.
Interesting because roots have the strength to shatter concrete foundations and raise new generations. Nice haiku, for sure!
I like your comment especially because I never thought of roots also raising new generations. And of course they do. Thanks.