I find my roots have been seeded in soiled soil. The roots became dead as the top quickly flourished, but dwindled in the next season. Dead rot suffocates me as I lay dormant in the madness of my own thought. I’m relieved. For these adaptive roots I plant in soil a new. Soil with the gift of life surrounds. Lush plantation, dense tree leaves cloud the sky as I sit, waiting for the roots to take in.