Roots

To be bound by roots
As the prophecy lies
We all stand on ours
They give us base _as time flies
Each of us is a unique tree
Etched from marks of past
Some bear thorns, some flowers and some only leaves

To be tall or thick or fine
Its all a game of mind
Growth is as much as you like
And as many branches sketched in time

With all the leaves to flutter in air
Then abondned, here changes the season
Standing naked among millions
Dwelling strength to face the fears
Thunder, storm, darkness -all smears

Then dances the sunlight
With a company of so many birds
To chirp out their way into small litle buds
THEY GREW AGAIN
HEARTS BEAT AGAIN

And this time its banyan
Roots would stand without all they thought they would need
No soil no water
It still is stout , could lay a hundred seeds

Proliferation is endless
Its how much we want from life
Autums crossed would define
Or are we just a banyan in rhyme.