Roots

Roots of a tree, for the poem "Roots" by Ari Shapiro

My father planted an ancient tree
In foreign soil which starved its roots
The tree developed, gnarled and twisted
Displaying its resilience with every inch

From my father I inherited a tree
Which I preserved in a pot of sacred dirt
Its branches stretched, its flowers bloomed
But it could not lay down its roots

I gave my son a tree
Both knowing it could no longer stand
Unless – he did what I could not
And returned the roots to their native soil

My son left today with our tree
To find for it a proper home
Where man and tree and earth are made one
Through their ancient eternal roots

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