Origins

Roots deep, deep, deeper,
Etched into ourselves.

A young boy,
Rows of soybeans,
A new era.

City drone,
A girls playground.
Will the peace last?

Searching for water,
Where will they take us?

A lost love,
Silken portraits,
Tear stained faces.

Lull of guns.
Gleaming airplanes.
Adrenaline.

Passion.
Desperation.
War.

Sorrow leaks from every pore.
She sits afraid.
A gentle hand holds her,
Showing her the way.

Solitude of coming home,
Eats at his soul.
Timid eyes entrance him,
Easing memories.

The first sparse branches,
Taking their loving form.



A nomad,
Always moving,
Till Maryland.

Working class,
Industrial town,
His family.

Branches strengthening,
Moving their own way.

She moves on,
To college life,
Ideas expand.

His new world,
Far from his home.
Where to go now?

The branches collide.
Intermingling.

A new course,
Philosophy.
The pair’s eyes meet.

Hearts racing.
Blushes arise.
She accepts him.

With each passing year,
Continual rings.

Quiet night.
The pair draws near.
Eternal love.

Delicate blossoms,
Attached to deep roots.