Rooted


I’ve got feet and
I am leaving this ground,
my wing’s are going to sprout,
I’ve got wing’s and
I am leaving this ground.

My roots grow wide,
my roots grow deep,
my soil is moist,
my life I grew into
like a tree in fertilized soil.

I was a seed,
I was a pod,
I was a bud,
waiting for the sun.

I am rooted in life’s perfectly fine soil. 



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