The baobab root

Strengthened, the baobab root

That wound underground

That pushes through the rocks

Separating all that awaits

Like a wriggling worm

The patience, slow and sure

All the way down, clamming

Tugging the source, water and earth

Sucking and swelling

Sucking and swelling

The heat of the sky, above

Foliage barricades

Tight trying-tight shading

Restraining the sucking sun

But still spotlights are there

There under the shadow

The root pushes-meandering

Sucking and swelling

Sucking and swelling

swelling the trunk

Exuberant, leaves forming

The branches stretches, heaved

The early fruits, the green leaves

All hailing to the root

As well birds of the air

Dwell secured within the height
Through all the seasons

The baobab root toils

Breasting for growth