Just a poem I had published in an anthology once: The roots - the foundation of everything we are. Sprinkle with a bit of love and care. Watch our hopes and dreams grow. We go in all sorts of directions left, right, and centre, up and over. Standing tall over all. The parent - the flower watching over us, Protecting us from danger, like a warm shelter from the rain. For one day, we too shall stand upright, head and shoulders above the rest. A beacon, we will be, vibrant and colourful. The epicentre - that which inspires in others and whose beauty know no bounds. A wealth of knowledge and experience. We are rich. Our petals like little droplets of wisdom. But never forget your roots, For they are the basis. And we are all connected to the same root. We spring up from the same seed, the same foundation. And those whose leaves have withered, turned yellow and died, we shall remember. For they still live through us. We are one.