Strength of the taproot, bond of love,
shadows beneath pale moon above.
Silence of twilight, approaching dark,
hush of evening, quells meadow lark.

Waves of emotion upon fertile land,
rooted in graduer of love so grand.
Contrast starkness, mighty stand tall,
sometimes weaker of heart shall fall.

Strong survives where true love goes.
taproot stay strong as cold wind blows.
Throughtout time, not be recanted,
love withstands when firmly planted.