Earthly Tether
Roots entwine where silence grows,
Veins of earth in pulse repose.
The weight of worlds, the pull of stone,
A gravity no soul outgrown.
Skyward hands in rebel sprawl,
Yet bound beneath the soil’s thrall.
Leaves may stray, the winds may call,
But even stars will one day fall.
No chain as firm, no thread so fine,
As fate’s unseen and tangled twine.
We rise, we reach, we twist, we sever,
Yet earth remains—our tether, ever.
Veins of earth in pulse repose.
The weight of worlds, the pull of stone,
A gravity no soul outgrown.
Skyward hands in rebel sprawl,
Yet bound beneath the soil’s thrall.
Leaves may stray, the winds may call,
But even stars will one day fall.
No chain as firm, no thread so fine,
As fate’s unseen and tangled twine.
We rise, we reach, we twist, we sever,
Yet earth remains—our tether, ever.
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Theme: The pull of earthly existence, the inescapable weight of mortality. Meaning: This poem contrasts the human desire to rise to seek, to escape, to transcend with the ever present pull of the earth. Like roots anchoring a tree, fate holds us bound to certain limitations. Even those who reach for the sky (dreamers, explorers, the ambitious) are still connected to something that calls them back.
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