Roots

The deeper I grow, the quieter it is,And the closer I am to home.I will dig, dig, down deepToward the silent placeAnd there, draw nourishment With unnumbered tentaclesTo feed the leafy branchesLight years away.And little will they know that it was me,That fed their best dreams of all that’s real.And I will sleep in silenceAs they praise the lightAnd say, Oh God,How great! Oh God,How perfectly sublime,The message of our life That unfolds day by day!And so I say to myself and GodDig, dig, down deep beneath it all.And let me disappear.That they may knowYou better.