Roots
I anchor this plant
That sustains other life forms.
I reach for water and nutrients to survive.
My system is complicated and unique,
And can be damaged with
One tug or cut
Of the plant I anchor.
If left alone, I might die.
I depend on other beings
And occurrences to survive.
At times when there is no rain,
I am dry and brittle.
Other times, when there are floods,
I am eroded out of my home
And left to wither.
I am strong, but weak.
I am invincible and vulnerable.
Some may say
I am the most important
Of the whole plant.
Every inch I grow,
My plant grows taller,
Every day growing
Ever more fruitful
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