Roots

I water my plants

With my watering cup

And the soil becomes wet

As the roots drink it up.

 

The leaves, once a‘wilt

On their stems stand up straight

And I’m glad that their drink

Didn’t reach them too late.

 

Just like plants, we have roots

Which, when starved, make us droop

And at times, we’ll perk up

With some chicken-type soup.

 

But for humans, some kindness

Can have that effect,

Though it isn’t the cure

We should always expect.