From nuts and seeds, <br />To trees sand forests. <br />Tender earth sprouts, <br />To towering heights. <br /> <br />From roaring chains, <br />To dusted plains. <br />The fall of earth's giants <br />Into our loaded trucks. <br /> <br />From flatbeds of logs, <br />To pneumatic factory gas, <br />The mass craft of caskets <br />Stocking man's funeral parlors. <br /> <br />From the grips of pallbearers, <br />To lowering lifts leaving — <br />Delving down into that tender black earth, <br />Back to where life comes and goes again and again.<br /><br />Nicholas Paradis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rooted-7/
