This is an outline for a sonnet style poem, sort of a plot line.
Twigs of Trees
The Twigs of Trees poke just as hard into the air
with all their little fingers and buds and leaves
as do the Roots below pushing and squirming
through Rock and around Creatures.
they break through Rock with no care, these Roots
they steer around living things, no Root has ever harmed a one.
they are the shelter archetype, these Roots.
whereas Twigs pull in power and harvest.
but Winter's end makes Twigs look stark
and barren of the ability to regain life
down below, Roots have begun their transport
their character unseen, sometimes forgotten to be admired
Rewarded in riches by Summer's Twigs
Roots hold their Tree steady and high.
Twigs of Trees
The Twigs of Trees poke just as hard into the air
with all their little fingers and buds and leaves
as do the Roots below pushing and squirming
through Rock and around Creatures.
they break through Rock with no care, these Roots
they steer around living things, no Root has ever harmed a one.
they are the shelter archetype, these Roots.
whereas Twigs pull in power and harvest.
but Winter's end makes Twigs look stark
and barren of the ability to regain life
down below, Roots have begun their transport
their character unseen, sometimes forgotten to be admired
Rewarded in riches by Summer's Twigs
Roots hold their Tree steady and high.
