Physical roots i have not,
to bring me back
to stillness
after the wind blows
and the rain has fallen.

Should the weather not suit
how i want to grow,
then simple relocation
to a more convenient spot,
is always a solution.

For this mortal frame
will rise and fall
regardless where it stands.
But my vulnerable soul,
guarded deep within,
stands little chance
of ever coming to bloom,

until it finds a way
of letting it’s own roots
dig deep and long
down into the earth
back from where
it so lovingly sprang.

(Poem taken from Go Gently into the Day)