Friday Flash 55 — Roots

Rite of Remembrance by Madeline von Foerster

When there are roots

something seemingly dead is still

alive at the heart of the world

where silence lives.

Roots go deep,

holding fast to the memory

of days growing in the sun.

Then darkness displays

a crown of stars blessing the 

primal essence that could not die. 

And night birds sing to the moon.

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My post in exactly 55 words written for Friday Flash 55.
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