To get to where you need to go, you have to go to the very end of the road. This is a poem about life and following through.
You need to go to the very, very end of the road, even if you’re scared there’s no light there.
Just like roots reach deep down into the earth
Ploughing through mud
Squeezing past rocks
Tired, yet compelled to follow through
Emerging in perfect form
Strengthening at each turn
Worms softening the soil
With a smile and a sorrow
But the roots drive on through
Unitl they reach the very depth of the
Earth’s soul
Driven by the light of the sun
And the gentle power of water
Suddenly, as expected
The flower blooms