The Mute Cartography of the Root

The root’s blind algorithm,
beneath the earth’s murky veil,
scans the darkness, without a voice,
an ancient hunger that will not fail.

Its slow path knows no compass guide,
only thirst directs the growing shoot,
it draws maps without a single sign,
of water veins, of minerals at the root.

A silent wisdom spreads its way
through the dark network advancing on,
the sap is the song that never sounds,
but invisibly crowns what lies beyond.