Where Are My Roots?

Where are my roots, I often wonder,

Do they lie in the Earth or in the thunder?

In the land of my birth or in the hearts of my kin,

Or in the memories that lie deep within?

Are they in the trees that tower so high,

Or in the rivers that flow on by?

In the mountains that reach for the sky,

Or in the valleys where the shadows lie?

Are they in the language that I speak,

Or in the songs that make my heart leap?

In the stories that my elders keep,

Or in the traditions that run so deep?

Where are my roots, I ask once more,

As I search for what I’m looking for.

Perhaps they’re not just in one place,

But scattered across time and space.

For my roots are not just in the past,

But in the present and the future that lasts.

In the love that I give and the love that I receive,

In the choices I make and the paths I believe.

So where are my roots, you might ask,

And I’ll say they’re in every task.

That I undertake with all my heart,

And every step I take from the very start.