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
Still 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