Intertwined and tangled,

wrapped ‘round one another

yet apart.

Source of life,

place of strength.

Roots. . .

what makes us who we are.

Yet often forgotten,

roots become hidden from our eyes.

Buried, covered by the rush of days gone by.

Easy to miss,

easy to disregard.

But always there,

waiting to remind us of their existence.

Always keeping us strong,

keeping us alive and centred.

So that we might know

where we begin and where we end.

And from there,

standing tall, reaching to the skies,

the journey begins again.

-copyright TAW May 2012