Metamorphosis in flowing roots

Some say we don't choose our roots, But I believe we do, The memory of lives we live
Erases what we knew.

The things which happened or will be, Are all connected with A chain of cyclic lively threads, Our roots are not a myth.

These roots are filled not With nectar or with divine Ambrose , They carry juice of our blood , For our tree, that grows.

Thus human who forget its roots, Will break the thread of Life, Will loose the intercontinuity, Will face the endless strife.

Let us remember who we are, And the journey we've been through, For in choosing our roots, We find ourselves anew.

Aliona Poesy