Rooted

Rooted firmly to the ground

like a massive tree with your arms

spread out wide to receive the sky -

to receive what the world offers

but will your arms receive me?

The leaves in the tree rustle in the wind

and I can hear your laughter,

as you talk about old memories

as you plan for new challenges

and I wonder if I’ll play a part.

The winding curving bark

shows around your eyes

as your dazzling smile

spreads across your face

so natural and wholesome.

You’re so grounded

like the roots of the tree

and yet so free

like the branches that touch the sky

and you feel like home to me.