Poetry: Root Song

Root Song

Root song, root song, hiking with my boots on,

whistle for some finer weather, know that all things grow together.

Weed song, weed song, weeds is where we came from.

Weeds can grow through sidewalk cracks, nature comes to take it back.

Briar song, briar song, all of you should sing along.

Nature's perfect armory, but boots will keep them off of me.

Plant song, plant song, medicine to make us strong,

tinctures that can help us mend, plants will heal us in the end.

Green song, green song, a guide to help us learn some

useful tricks out in the woods, to show us how to find the goods.

Songs end, songs end, but we will see the guide again.

When flowers bloom and plants sprout, we'll see her there without a doubt.  

A/N: A little rhyme for Carol Judy. Rest in power, my friend.