Trust the Root

Word prompts in red.

Trust the root,

deep in the field soil.

It hasn’t forgotten.

It will persist

through drought and chill,

reaching far into the earth to find strength.

The bloom will follow, glorious and fragrant,

stretching towards the sun.

One summer morning your senses will wake to

perfume on the wind,

and the buzzing of bees.

Trust, the word for the faith

in the act of growing things

to know their own time.

Mankind’s clock is impotent.

The Versesmith