Elders & Youth An old tree and a sapling stood in a field The old legend spoke to the young story “Hold onto me when you are feeling unsteady When your roots don’t feel like home Put your back to mine I know you’re trying I too have pushed through bite, burn and rot I remember being you I remember how I grew I was groundless and woozy So sure but unruly You will find your roots, stretch them deep and wide A network of legends beneath rings of time And when little feet and pitter patter come to play You’ll laugh and hide Offer shelter, your branches spread wide And when fire and emotion saunter to sit You’ll welcome their teenage visit Showing them the spaces and places they fit Offering them what you used to seek Daadizooke See, I remember well that dark night you are in I remember being you and how I grew I was told I needed a plan B too Told I was too whiskey and far too risky But I learned that stars don’t shine, they burn And that fire makes way for new growths turn So tell your truth Even if it burns kingdoms to the ground Put your back to mine And know that I’m trying Hold onto me Hold on” And the giants breathe us in
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