There you set your roots.

gripping tight to the soil that secures you

the bark dripping from the rain, your skin becoming darker by the second

shake it off, as you move with the wind.

grow fruit grow big from life

hands around you waiting and watching for you pure white petals to form more

dirty faces licking their lips to drop you as fast as they can pick

you take your time to fill and grow.

Then they take and take leaving scars to heal the loss.

The sour squeeze scorns the skin on the soul

which the memories can’t hide.

but you dig in your roots deeper to continue to grow.

for no one can stop the green light shine through the darkness

you make the darkness, the darkness doe not make you.