Uniting with the roots

A bud unfolds

Springing from beneath

As  tender roots hold it

And support it underneath

When bud becomes a tree

Confident and free

Spreading branches in glee

Roots grow, silently yet deep

Tired of being tied to one home

It explores lands far and unknown

Making godfathers and setting up new homes

But home is where you heart is, not just bricks and floor

When it is old and a spent force

New homes don't comfort it any more

It longs to return to its first home

Which waits to welcome the owner back home

Peace descends when you step into your abode

Its root quite old but still strong enough

To hold you in its lap

so you can have a good nap

And when rested

to listen to stories untold

Home is where your roots lie

There as a child you cried

Uniting with the roots is satisfying

Before the final good bye!