where they’ve never reached before —
the land is arid,
the former streams are dry
Send my roots down
to the hidden corridors
protecting the secret,
connecting the trees
Let the ancient, strong alliance,
feeding everything that touches in,
be what sustains me,
be what grows my trunk
and greens my limbs
Send my roots down —
it’s a long drought on the surface,
but here underneath,
we’ll share the streams.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 29, 2018
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