“Bonsai branched “

Rooted, planted,

stories of our ancestors

woven in the fibers,

their whispers carried

through the veins of the earth.

Rich soil cradles us,

nutrients rising like memory,

offered by Mother Earth

who holds our beginnings

and blesses our becoming.

We stretch toward the light,

each branch a prayer,

each leaf a testament

to survival and grace.

We bend with the winds,

shaped but not broken,

resilient in our form,

teaching that beauty

comes not from perfection

but from persistence.

In stillness we thrive,

a living archive,

root and branch

singing the same song:

we are here,

we endure,

we rise