ROOTS UNEARTHED

When I go to the forest to shake my family tree,

walnuts come tumbling down,

nature's bounty scattered all around.

Oh, It’s madness hidden in the branches.

The leaves slowly reach the ground,

as slow as my realization.

Through storms and seasons, the trunk remains,

just like my family name.

I only hope to be strong enough to lift an axe.

But turns out, our shared blood

is thicker than the

toughest bark.

And our minds

are withered like these roots.