Ecosystems; a poem

Beneath the soil, where light can’t reach,

an ancient web threads its weave,

a silent pulse, a wordless speech,

where roots and mycelium, astute, perceive.

When one tree falters, weak with strain,

distress travels through soil like a plea,

and back along strands of lifeblood’s vein,

reinforcements are sent invisibly.

No tree abandoned, no branch ignored,

symbiotic survival knows no frontier,

the winds obstruct, the roots restore,

in unity, a forest perseveres.

And so it is with human tribes,

when crisis strikes, we unite,

love, like roots, flows deep and wide,

a vital force, an inconspicuous might.

Your hands have held what alone I can’t bear,

your hearts have shared the pain of mine,

through summer and winter, you are there,

a bond that transcends the decay of time.

Storms produce ecosystems that are strong,

roots unseen but ever entwined-

in your embrace, I belong,

in your unconditional love, is the effervescence of mine.