The fruit you bear, so bold and bright, Is nurtured by roots out of sight. They dive down deep, unseen and still, Drawing life from earth’s rich will.
Each blossom fed by roots below, Where silent seeds of virtue grow. The soil of love, the rain of grace, Lend sweetness to the fruits you trace.
In every harvest, stem to leaf, Is bound the root’s quiet belief. For what we show, we cannot feign; The roots we hide are what sustain.
From soil to stem, from root to bloom, The fruits find life, escaping doom. So tend those roots with care and trust, For in their strength, we rise from dust.
