Roots

Home. Such a sweet, invading word that fills one’s being

With a multitude of connotations and subliminal meanings

Whilst like a root, it spreads to form a deep-seated comfort within

The soul as it twists and turns like a wheel that perpetually spins.

Life teaches us to decree wherever we may choose to land as our home

Through storm and sunshine, through friend and foe, it’s always known

Our home is our utmost refuge in all times beyond any lingering doubt

For home is where the heart, love, and kinship abide, day in and day out.

Thus, choose with wisdom what paths you may tread, but your steps do not pause

As the all-knowing universe spins with the resounding sound of effect and cause

In life’s precious, winding path, take care lest’ you lose a second if you hesitate

For fate dictates all that will ensue as a result of those things you designate.