I am
the family tree.
Before time barely had begun
I rooted,
splintering frozen stone.
I am
the family tree.
Through fire and ice I've crept and crawled,
roots stretching wider,
branches tall.
I am
the family tree.
Those roots, now laced in ancient moss,
still feed young branches
grasping into space.
I am their base;
I am your base.
By
Judith Nicholls
