Hideaway

As the plant is taken
Away from the river
Skies continue to water it
Incessant showers and streams
No visible sign of growth
Flowers wither out of season
Sudden storm
Branches sway struggling
Crackling in the blow
Leaves flavescent suffering
Neither sun nor moonlit glow
But in the deep underworld
Roots thrive in darkness
The speed of which they grow
In the mystery of silence
Surviving mementos of an echo
How each end grasps the earth
No one will ever know
How it takes each single drop
In every rain and melted snow