Her routine, her roots

Her roots, her routine.
Golden calm waves glinted
As she bathed in the early sun
Before the others needed her
Her strength settled
Into new places
Renewing and ageing simultaneously
Her memories filed away
To make room for more to grow

Roots growing
Never settling for less
This time before the world wakes
Before tending to the buds or
Pruning the weeds of others
Was hers

Her routine, her roots.