In the earth where shadows meet,
We are deeply rooted, strong and fleet,
Our branches stretch to skies above,
Yet anchored firm with endless love.
In ancient loam and whispers old,
We find our strength, our stories told.
Beneath the surface, life’s embrace,
Nurtures dreams in hidden space,
With every growth, our spirits rise,
Yet grounded deep where truth resides.
In seasons’ change, we stand our ground,
Where quiet strength and peace are found,
Deeply rooted, we endure,
In life’s rich tapestry, secure.
We thrive in places deeply sown.
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
Smart phones, Humans and Aliens.
WARNING. I will be tapping into one of your favorite creative tensions: The absurdity of humans worshipping their glowing rectangles as if they were tiny oracles. There’s something deliciously poetic about that contradiction, and it lends itself beautifully to an instructive proviso.
By Novel Allen5 days ago in Poets
Autonomy Is The Real Privilege
Good morning, freedom-seekers! Today we’re gonna be looking at autonomy. A strange word, I know; one many would probably look at blankly and run away from on sight. We’re gonna figure out what it actually means, consider how it’s achieved, and decipher just how deeply most of us are tangled up in dependence without realising it.
By That ‘Freedom’ Guya day ago in Humans
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So beautiful