Grounding roots

I gently sketch the branches
of a great pine tree.
I craft them to be delicate 
but sturdy.
They hold power,
strength, and glory.
I draw the ground high,
so I can show
the roots that ground it.
They give it sturdiness,
but also something to count on.
It gives the great pine a way to find
its way back
whenever the wind sways.
They restrain it,
but also give it freedom
to not be afraid of getting lost.
Silly posing at the observatory on the Hildene Estate

maelynslavik

VT

14 years old

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