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It was at the root of it all, the oppressive heat that had permeated the north and south coast for days. people were going mad. jumping up from their desks and driving to the nearest ocean or pool and diving in. fully clothed.
I need a root or maybe even 2 or 3, otherwise I just drift around aimlessly. Roots feed us they help us grow and they stop us falling over in the wind.
Some people’s roots are all in the past: where they came from, how they grew up, who they were friends with. That’s all very well if you want to be a big oak tree but I prefer being a potted plant: healthy, alive, green…..but portable.
I love where I’ve come from but I don’t want it to be a chain I want you to be able to pick me up and move me around so I keep my main roots in the now….my wife, my music and my God.
“But we don’t have roots. We have feet. And we must go where we will.” The quote is much better in the original language. It rhymes in Norwegian. I think this is what got me interested in politics. Or at least got me to pay attention.
Everything that I had stored in the cellar was gone. I looked the second time to make sure that what I saw was correct, sure enough there had all root in that short space of time.
roots are the thing that trees get water from and sometimes they could be really big or small and there in the dirt and sometimes they pop outa the ground its called up rooting!
Roots lay in the earth’s ground, nourishing the plants and trees that they connect to with water and nutrients. Roots are good! Rootbeer is good too! I also think there is a store called ‘Root’?
Trees have roots. They need these roots to absorb food, water, warmth and love. People need roots. I haven’t got any roots. I don’t have anyone to love, or show me warmth. I wish I could reach out to people. I try, but I’m terrified being rejected. I just can’t handle that. I wish I was a tree.
roots are the places where ancestors come from. a root from a tree lives beneath the earth. that root breaks through soil and plants for nutriance. ROOTS is the title of a great novel
The root causenof all bad things is the devil. He makes us all do bad things, whether it be religious or secular. The only way to beat the devil’s power is to have complete faith in God. God will help us overcome the devil’s evilness.
I’m driving in traffic and all around me I see people absorbed by cellphones, stuck in cars, stuck in traffic. Stuck. I can’t talk to the person sitting on the bus next to me because their ears are blocked by white headphones. I can’t talk to anyone, and all I want to do is connect. When did we leave our beautiful roots behind? When did we forget to connect?
From the root comes an abundance of evil thoughts. These thoughts branch out like a disease. They are so strong that it seems they have a life of their own. They begin to have faces, and bodies. They turn into monsters who prey on humans. Humans are terrified of them. But, without realizing it, they created these monsters.
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Root is something that helps a plant to be alive. It usually stays under the ground attached to the plant but when the tree is huge or very big it comes out and you can see a bit of it. The size matters with its plant size.
The plant sprawled outwards. Digging deeper, down, down into the moist dark earth. But Tommy couldn’t focus on the plant. He had his mind on the boy next to him, Josh.
most plants have roots and some vegetables are root plants. they are usually very thin and adsorb water for the plant and they are very long and spindly. big trees have big roots
Rooted is how I used to feel after a long hard day in events, standing on my feet for 16 hours, taking a break only to sit down to pee.
Rooted is how I feel now when my life has been turned upside down since I left my high flying events career.
I don’t know which rooted is worse.
the root is the base or foundation of all existence.. its the source hence the word root bears a deeper meaning than just being the simple root of any plant or tree. its the beginning of all forms.
we live on this planet, we
breathe (on) this planet we
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they take us to places we never saw
have seen before
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where is our sunlight?
the root of all evil is apparently money, but the root of the tree stretches far and strong under the sidewalk, forever growing despite submersion.. money’s not like that. money is squandered and whisked away. roots are not an investment, they are a birthright and entitlement. they are inevitable. money however is not.
some roots are brown, some are green, and some are yellow. We as people have family roots, which are only seen through generations and physical features. Roots are what makes us people and are what makes us whole.
the root runs deep down into the earth siphoning what it needs and pulling what it wants. it runs through my hands and into the core where its surrounded by its ringed brothers. ring by ring inch by inch it gets older than most people could imagine. and then you take one swift swipe with your motorized chain and its gone. all it pulled all it earned in its years lay around your yard in a cloud of tan dust. goodbye history good bye to the things that used to call that place home because of course we humans are more important than things that are older and wiser than we give them credit for, so why should we let them keep their home? they don’t produce leaves anymore, they are dead you say but how can something be dead when it still has a purpose to serve. you complain that it houses animals that feed on your garbage but think of this, where you live now is where things thrived for for centuries before you decided to build a home there and claim that land to be yours and yours only. so who is wrong in this situation? the long lasting wildlife or your new house and freshly cut grass.
there once was a flower named susan, she was beautiful she had many roots. some in italy, and some in peru. she was a very sad flower though cause she could not wear shoes.. poor sue.. who has roots in peru.. who does not wear shoes..
Roots are where we come from as a society. If we didnt have roots, we’d be boring cultureless morons. Roots are also on trees :D Trees are awsome. I am not a tree hugger. SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS.
The root of life brings water up from the surface far below. To feed the tree’s thought. And to provide plants for the rays of sun to shine down upon. The root of existence gave proof to mankind, and love. Hopes love.
the root of all thoughts, conditioned. So, does this make it your thought? does anything you do, say, really belong to you? you must let peple know your ablility is far beyond what you show!
A root protruding from the ground, feeding of the people who walked by. Encompassing all of their personalities into one. The tree gained intelligence, love, tenderness, and patience, but could never move. It was a sad tree. With a lonely root. Full of life, without the ability to live.
Where do I start? Where do I begin?
Where are you? Where is the end?
I plant this seed in a garden
And watch it grow, grow
I sit down at my desk and write
And watch words spill out of me
And into this world
everything’s got roots
there is a root of all evil and a root of all that’s pure
roots are essential, providing foundation in all we do
root backwards is “toor”
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It was at the root of it all, the oppressive heat that had permeated the north and south coast for days. people were going mad. jumping up from their desks and driving to the nearest ocean or pool and diving in. fully clothed.
I need a root or maybe even 2 or 3, otherwise I just drift around aimlessly. Roots feed us they help us grow and they stop us falling over in the wind.
Some people’s roots are all in the past: where they came from, how they grew up, who they were friends with. That’s all very well if you want to be a big oak tree but I prefer being a potted plant: healthy, alive, green…..but portable.
I love where I’ve come from but I don’t want it to be a chain I want you to be able to pick me up and move me around so I keep my main roots in the now….my wife, my music and my God.
“But we don’t have roots. We have feet. And we must go where we will.” The quote is much better in the original language. It rhymes in Norwegian. I think this is what got me interested in politics. Or at least got me to pay attention.
Everything that I had stored in the cellar was gone. I looked the second time to make sure that what I saw was correct, sure enough there had all root in that short space of time.
roots are the thing that trees get water from and sometimes they could be really big or small and there in the dirt and sometimes they pop outa the ground its called up rooting!
The ancient tree stood sentinel at the end of the street. The gnarled buttressed roots could hide a bevvy of wayward urchins and frequently did.
Roots lay in the earth’s ground, nourishing the plants and trees that they connect to with water and nutrients. Roots are good! Rootbeer is good too! I also think there is a store called ‘Root’?
Trees have roots. They need these roots to absorb food, water, warmth and love. People need roots. I haven’t got any roots. I don’t have anyone to love, or show me warmth. I wish I could reach out to people. I try, but I’m terrified being rejected. I just can’t handle that. I wish I was a tree.
roots are the places where ancestors come from. a root from a tree lives beneath the earth. that root breaks through soil and plants for nutriance. ROOTS is the title of a great novel
The root causenof all bad things is the devil. He makes us all do bad things, whether it be religious or secular. The only way to beat the devil’s power is to have complete faith in God. God will help us overcome the devil’s evilness.
I’m driving in traffic and all around me I see people absorbed by cellphones, stuck in cars, stuck in traffic. Stuck. I can’t talk to the person sitting on the bus next to me because their ears are blocked by white headphones. I can’t talk to anyone, and all I want to do is connect. When did we leave our beautiful roots behind? When did we forget to connect?
Carrots are nice . but only cooked ones because i’m allergic to uncooked they make my though itch.
From the root comes an abundance of evil thoughts. These thoughts branch out like a disease. They are so strong that it seems they have a life of their own. They begin to have faces, and bodies. They turn into monsters who prey on humans. Humans are terrified of them. But, without realizing it, they created these monsters.
sticks into the ground, standing tall comes a plant from this.. the root holds steady the plant. This is the groundings. The start of every plant.
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tree balance
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bugs
insects
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The plant sprawled outwards. Digging deeper, down, down into the moist dark earth. But Tommy couldn’t focus on the plant. He had his mind on the boy next to him, Josh.
most plants have roots and some vegetables are root plants. they are usually very thin and adsorb water for the plant and they are very long and spindly. big trees have big roots
You are my roots. I come from you. My life springs from yours. You have built an foundation for me. I want to fly, but you can’t fly and have roots.
The root of all evil is money.
Rooted is how I used to feel after a long hard day in events, standing on my feet for 16 hours, taking a break only to sit down to pee.
Rooted is how I feel now when my life has been turned upside down since I left my high flying events career.
I don’t know which rooted is worse.
roots grow in the ground and feed the tree. they are the source of life. they heal, nourish, and hold strong what grows from within
the root is the base or foundation of all existence.. its the source hence the word root bears a deeper meaning than just being the simple root of any plant or tree. its the beginning of all forms.
Thinking of carrots now, and the simple yet immense pleasure of pulling them up out of the ground.
we live on this planet, we
breathe (on) this planet we
dont know where our roots are going but
they take us to places we never saw
have seen before
we stretch above the ground like animals but
we
are
animals
where is our sunlight?
the root of all evil is apparently money, but the root of the tree stretches far and strong under the sidewalk, forever growing despite submersion.. money’s not like that. money is squandered and whisked away. roots are not an investment, they are a birthright and entitlement. they are inevitable. money however is not.
some roots are brown, some are green, and some are yellow. We as people have family roots, which are only seen through generations and physical features. Roots are what makes us people and are what makes us whole.
the root runs deep down into the earth siphoning what it needs and pulling what it wants. it runs through my hands and into the core where its surrounded by its ringed brothers. ring by ring inch by inch it gets older than most people could imagine. and then you take one swift swipe with your motorized chain and its gone. all it pulled all it earned in its years lay around your yard in a cloud of tan dust. goodbye history good bye to the things that used to call that place home because of course we humans are more important than things that are older and wiser than we give them credit for, so why should we let them keep their home? they don’t produce leaves anymore, they are dead you say but how can something be dead when it still has a purpose to serve. you complain that it houses animals that feed on your garbage but think of this, where you live now is where things thrived for for centuries before you decided to build a home there and claim that land to be yours and yours only. so who is wrong in this situation? the long lasting wildlife or your new house and freshly cut grass.
there once was a flower named susan, she was beautiful she had many roots. some in italy, and some in peru. she was a very sad flower though cause she could not wear shoes.. poor sue.. who has roots in peru.. who does not wear shoes..
The start, the beginning, the whole.
Everything comes from it, everything.
You, me, we all.
Roots are where we come from as a society. If we didnt have roots, we’d be boring cultureless morons. Roots are also on trees :D Trees are awsome. I am not a tree hugger. SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS.
It’s all the same to me, what brings me up, what brings you up, the whole.
Family, friends, teachers, our roots.
They complete us.
The root of life brings water up from the surface far below. To feed the tree’s thought. And to provide plants for the rays of sun to shine down upon. The root of existence gave proof to mankind, and love. Hopes love.
the root of all thoughts, conditioned. So, does this make it your thought? does anything you do, say, really belong to you? you must let peple know your ablility is far beyond what you show!
A root protruding from the ground, feeding of the people who walked by. Encompassing all of their personalities into one. The tree gained intelligence, love, tenderness, and patience, but could never move. It was a sad tree. With a lonely root. Full of life, without the ability to live.
Where do I start? Where do I begin?
Where are you? Where is the end?
I plant this seed in a garden
And watch it grow, grow
I sit down at my desk and write
And watch words spill out of me
And into this world
If I didn’t write they would never know.
everything’s got roots
there is a root of all evil and a root of all that’s pure
roots are essential, providing foundation in all we do
root backwards is “toor”