Our roots were buried long ago,
Everything after from our roots will grow,
Determining everything we'll ever come to know,
Our roots we stand upon for we never let them go.
Our roots give us a beginning of an awareness,
How we feel sadness, happiness, or madness,
Our roots direct us along like the sway of a compass,
Through in and throughout our perspective conscience.
Our roots are the start of our every mistake,
Those earliest days really do fix us or break,
And give direction on every last move we make,
Our roots our roots through the life we undertake.
©justin_ur
J