Brothers And Sisters

now that the roots are dead
and the buds cannot anymore
turn into flowers of their own
we turn back to the seeds
hidden under the ground
we look for the moist patches
and begin to sprout

we give the leaves and then
we become trees ourselves
apart from each other
now, not even knowing what
are our names

we rationalize these separations
the cycle of life
the pathways of survival
the genetic tendrils looking for the light of the sun