these days I'm deeply rooted
legs covered in mud
outstretched arms reach
for silent heavens
yet the lack of sunshine
no longer makes me frail
for below the crust
I have grown long enough
to hit hidden pockets of water
saving them from rainy days
my roots allow preparation
they allow me to repair
when I am hacked down
by outside forces
whether wind or foe
I know my rooted allies
will send signals of strength
until I can stand firm once again
as above, so below
fingertips kiss clouds
toes tickle tectonic plates
rooting myself allowed me to bloom
I am the whole picture
I see it all
About the Creator
Lolly Vieira
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This resonated with the very core of my being. As someone who spent years studying what lies beneath the Earth's crust as a mineralogy engineer, I find your metaphor of hitting 'hidden pockets of water' incredibly powerful. We often obsess over the 'bloom' above, but it is the strength of the roots—the silent repairs we do in the dark—that determines our resilience against the wind. 'Toes tickle tectonic plates' is a line I will carry with me today. Thank you for this beautiful reminder that being rooted is the only way to truly reach the heavens. With warmth and shared strength, Magma Star"