They Grow On

Their roots stretch forevermore,

under the lush,

green blades of grass,

intertwining with their mothers,

fathers, sisters, cousins,

piercing up,

through the earth,

leafy arms reaching,

as if to hug,

a powerful presence,

as old as time,

they stood tall,

through the rain,

sleet, hail and snow,

through droughts,

floods,

and withstood their fiery doom,

to stand tall,

to grow on.