generations reborn
fire was in order
to control the weeds
little did they know roots
have an empire of their own
conspiring below the surface
earth-shaking machines
pounded past the concrete
instantly peeling back
layers of history that took
centuries to build
civilizations clash
before our very eyes
whether on this continent
or another planet
certain to be conquered
arms races don’t exist
where love has taken hold
where destructive forces
so very long ago
descended into the sheen
march two thousand sixteen
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I am enjoying your writing very much!
wonderful – I’m elated that you are!
I have great hope for roots… much like a dandelion breaking through concrete.
roots certainly rule wherever they may roam