Crying Roots

a poem by Tony Gill

I sat in the grass that was never green
And watched the flowers wither
Their petals turn gray and fall into the ground
And my tears fall with them, and make new life

I answered the call of the forest one day
I found it as empty as it always was
But deeper inside I heard my only mind
And I visit the forest everyday to stay alive

I sat in the flowers, then I saw the forest
The flowers brought joy, but I needed the forest
I stayed with the flowers, and ignored death
I watched them wither as I died among them

The forest cried over my rootless body
I cursed them in my sleep, addiction deep
The flowers planted my body, I grew roots
I lived among them, while others watched me wither