Pagan Forest Magazine July/August 2014 | Page 13

Reader Poetry

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My Roots Grow Deep

By Suzanne Quiett

My roots grow deep

Reaching into the fertile soil of my mother

My limbs reach high

Stretching into the deep blue of my father

I inhale your toxins

I exhale your life’s breath

Even bare and naked I am beautiful

Waiting for the icy kiss of winter to warm

But draped in the green clothes of spring

I shade my children from the hot sun’s rays

I inhale your toxins

I exhale your life’s breath

Without me your world would be bare

So many take me for granted

They cut down my siblings without regard

They never notice my existence

I inhale their toxins

I exhale their life’s breath

But forever my roots grow deep

Reaching into the fertile soil that is our mother

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