By the Roots

I wanted to run my fingers 

through your long hair

reaching like wisps of branches 

toward the sky

grip you tight by the roots

and remind you

who controls the wind 

that rustles your leaves 

who controls the rain

to relieve your thirst 

and who controls the sun

to warm your soul. 

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