The Tree Root's Embrace

Like unseen roots, that grip the ancient earth,
My sense of home, a steadfast, silent hold.
It anchors me, from moments of my birth,
A heritage of stories, brave and old.

Though branches stretch, to touch the distant sky,
And leaves unfurl in landscapes far and wide,
The hidden tendrils, where my spirit lie,
Keep me connected, deep within their tide.

This foundational embrace, a constant grace,
From those who came before, a silent plea,
To honor origins, to find my place,
And know the strength of my own family tree.

Each fibrous strand, a lineage, strong and true,
A silent promise, whispered from the ground,
Of stability, in all that I pursue,
Where solace and true belonging can be found.

It is the wisdom of the ancient soil,
The quiet strength that nurtures and sustains,
Protecting me from life's relentless toil,
And washing cleans all sorrows and all pains.

No matter how the winds of change may blow,
No matter where my journey takes its flight,
These roots remain, a steady, constant glow,
A guiding beacon, burning ever bright.

This deep embrace, unwavering and vast,
Connects me to the earth, to what's been sown,
A foundational link, designed to truly last,
The truest sense of home I've ever known.

- Khushi Kaul