ROOTS

Poem:

Wondrous bursts of human skill

Bring great  changes in lifestyle;

With each step along the way

Looms a new and brighter day —

Progress with its rank and file,

Climbing each and every hill.

There’s a keen, progressive sway

O’er those than lag behind;

Young “eagles” seem to cut the wind

In new directions of the mind —

Virgin skies to seek and find

With higher cliffs along the way.

Scenes unseen before today

Appear as if out of no where,

With e’en swifter wings that soar,

Growing swifter all the more,

The common and the really rare,

 Merging in their bid to sway.

 “Gone” is not the word to share

  With things discovered yesterday

  Utilized in circles of

   Halls of everlasting love —

    True values never going away,

     Show their presence everywhere

      Rich, nourished roots not forsaken

      That trees above still yield their fruits

       Just as they did so long before,

        That they should also stalwart grow

         With lasting tribute to their roots

          From which their goodness we extract.

          Tomorrow comes with newer shoots

           Among the blossoms of the past,

           With human virtues marching free

            Toward a better world to be,

             And time shall not its shadows cast

              Upon their independent roots.

          

           

      

      

 

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