Roots grow deep beneath our bounded feet,
Through our lives they break no surface.
Yet we meet and it reveals
A sprout of life, of growth, and kin.
It grows, so we water it.
It hurts, so we crush it.
Yet it grows.
Brown and Green, their colors so revealing
A mirror of our damaged selves.
A life within a life, yet still one.
Lest we grow apart our roots remain.
Undying.
Feeding the branches and the leaves.