We Are Like Trees We Are

The crown, the glory,
Bursting leaves,
Majestic tops
On full grown trees,
But then the part
That no one sees,
Deep and strong
The roots below
So it can grow,
For when storms blow,
Larger than the crown,
Though not on show,
But without a fuss,
History and strength;
T’was ever thus,
Remain hidden,
As it is with us.