Roots

The deeper I grow, the quieter it is,
And the closer I am to home.
I will dig, dig, down deep
Toward the silent place
And there, draw nourishment 
With unnumbered tentacles
To feed the leafy branches
Light years away.
And little will they know that it was me,
That fed their best dreams of all that’s real.
And I will sleep in silence
As they praise the light
And say, Oh God,
How great! Oh God,
How perfectly sublime,
The message of our life 
That unfolds day by day!
And so I say to myself and God
Dig, dig, down deep beneath it all.
And let me disappear.
That they may know
You better.