Ripped from the Ground

Ripped from the ground
Taken from my home
Unable to fight back
Transplanted to unknown territory
No one here is like me
Not even myself, unfamiliar

Budded then flowered
Seasons change, time passes
I branch out to feel beyond
But over time, I wilt
Creatures hide beneath me
Protecting them, I am mother

Roots run deep
Wind comes in hopes of lifting them
Unsuccessful but never gives up
Pushing past my breaking point
I don’t give up
Now I can fight back

Breath, I tell myself
Nearing the end weak and accomplished
I see my wind planted sprouts
The sun so hot on my branches
I let the light in
I am carried on