When you spread your toes wide
And stand on the ground,
Imagine roots growing from your feet,
Deep into the earth around.
When your roots are strong,
Anything seldom goes wrong,
You are grounded firmly and benefits you reap,
With values and morals running deep.
When your roots are weak,
Your future is bleak,
A spectator you are, standing meek,
With no roots to nourish and seek.
Roots are existence, uprooted they die,
They strengthen and nourish,
Give life to cherish,
Without roots, we will all perish.