The Scaffolding

Poem & Illustration by Miley Rea

What bears the weight? 

What is unseen?

Invisible hands, invisible work.

Gold beneath your very feet, though the shine is humble in the dirt. Do you see?

Treasure is buried purposefully.

Where must the roots be? Above ground to showcase the glory of a tree?

Alas, the roots burrow deeply, not to be seen, for they themselves have built the tree.

Where lies their thanks for this sacrifice?

The fruit is thanks enough.