Roots

People come and people go
But only when they stop and stay
Does the nature show
Where the roots lay
And that is the most important 

These roots leave marks in the soil
Whether ruinous or fine
These marks are the perfect foil 
To the deception and the lies
And that is the most important

The seeds of the roots spread 
And carve out their message in the dirt
And once the leaves are shed
They bear the resemblance;
To the old 
And the dead
But that is the least important