The roots are the nucleus of the tree, my poet, then you have the bark the foundation to sustain within the womb of Mother Nature. That tree grows tall by the elements of truth, sun, rain.
Upon its unwavering stance among the forest, it is missing the meaning io its life, so it grows branches, the next generation from the roots from which it has sowed, but in order for those branches to fertilize self and give back to the elements for its survival it grows flowers some will be pollinated, or simply become beautiful foliage , knowing they will eventually fall, but that cycle of rebirth carries that tree year after year.
I used a tree as a poetic metaphor meaning there is wisdom in all things great and small.
Enjoy your Saturday and have a pleasant weekend in all you may involve your presence.