Relate, Reflect and Ruminate: Roots

Because sometimes, emotions don’t fit into bullet points and I have a flare for the dramatic.

For those feeling the fragile ebb of existence, where life and death entwine.

Beneath the willowing stumps

Play death emanates

Food for the tree of life

Dual is its nature

Ebbing and flowing

The cornucopia of existence

Shades of life, shades of death

Some with capacities set and a time dictated

Some a momentary shielding from the sun

Always there is a central point

Around which all else revolves

Slowly seeping into the roots of the eternal

But that way we must all trend

Lest we forget the body reminds

In both sickness and in health

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