Maurel

My journey began, just roots, a stick. No leaves of green my heart was sick.
Grandpa’s soil hugging it tight and though slow to grow, it was loved with might.
Those roots were dug and moved around, ‘til like the song, “Alberta Bound”.
Flourishing now, a home to stay. Unlike the tree I moved away.
Searching for love, I found peace, just like the wings, of the Canadian geese.
Traveled roads that were broken; saw life; it wasn’t jokin’!
We did the work and searched our souls, and in the end we changed our goals.
Blustering winds tried hard to shatter, we bent not broke and didn’t scatter.
Just like the tree our roots were a start, but we had to heal these bleeding hearts.
Life to the fullest, with freedom and peace, thoughts of mayhem, now cease
We looked all over to find a home, yet finding ourselves, lifted the dome.
As of yet,there’s so much to learn, but we no longer seek the unfilled yearn.
Roots and wings encompass us now, but enjoying the journey is the answer to how.
Canadian dirt started our birth, but branches lead to Mother Earth.