Our Roots

Our roots…
They smell like beautiful fresh evening in an open field..
A breathe of birth, an unconditional breathe of warmth..
Our roots..
Same blood is in our veins..
Our cheerful happy brother with a twinkle in his eyes..
With warmth in his hands…
Our roots..
The sun is shining bright up there..
Life with its full completion is maturing up there…
Blossoms blooming, breeze blowing…
Let the sun shine up there..
Let the woods deepen..
Let the wind blow up there..
Let the trees hustle..
Let it rest in a sanctity of peace..
As it is and always be our happy place..

Ohh yes..our roots..they smell of beautiful evening breeze

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