Iron shank in Malus earth
Winter wraps the dormant girth
Rusted flukes hold fast and deep
Prunus dreams in frozen sleep
Iron roots in orchard ground
Hold the dark when sun goes down
Steel remembers what it knows
Iron roots where nothing grows
Frost crystals on Quercus bark
Moonlight cuts through shadows stark
Anchor feels the sap slow down
In root and branch beneath the crown
Lichen maps the shank in green
Slowest life the eye has seen
Years will pass and seasons turn
Iron learns what roots discern
Iron roots in orchard ground
Hold the dark when sun goes down
Steel remembers what it knows
Iron roots where nothing grows
No ocean tide no salt spray here
Just patient dark and winter sheer
Holdfast works in soil and stone
Gravity claims what it owns
Dawn will break on Malus bloom
Anchor watches through the gloom
Not a ship but still a stay
Holding fast through night and day
Iron roots in orchard ground
Hold the dark when sun goes down
Steel remembers what it knows
Iron roots where nothing grows
Iron roots where nothing grows
Deep and patient iron roots
Heavy steel in frozen loam
Dusk descends on sleeping rows