Roots of Passion
Passions run deep,As roots stretch in ground,
If shallow they seep
Then fruits nay come around
The promise of fruit to them,
Bright as the young sapling
Beautiful leaves, green stem,
To passers hope they bring
If in wilderness they throng,
When saps find their ray
Roots not yet so strong,
Gails may sweep them astray
The leafless ugly roots,
Seldom gets a gaze
Yet nourishes the fruits,
And binds them to raise
So the gardner knows,
Watered day and night,
Is when the sap glows,
And holds on tight
If mended with string,
And tended with care,
Trees will spring,
And fruits will bare
If shallow they seep
Then fruits nay come around
The promise of fruit to them,
Bright as the young sapling
Beautiful leaves, green stem,
To passers hope they bring
If in wilderness they throng,
When saps find their ray
Roots not yet so strong,
Gails may sweep them astray
The leafless ugly roots,
Seldom gets a gaze
Yet nourishes the fruits,
And binds them to raise
So the gardner knows,
Watered day and night,
Is when the sap glows,
And holds on tight
If mended with string,
And tended with care,
Trees will spring,
And fruits will bare
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