Roots

A seed that had no chance fought against all odds and grew
Now an oak, harboring in its expanse rainbowed feathers that flew
Then came a man that cut the tree, from which planks were torn
Hewn and nailed into place by he, a house from its wood was born

He that felled it, sheltered by its flesh, birthed children that played and grew
And when tall and didn't mesh, some seeds stayed while others the wind blew
And when the west wind did blow, out of the oak's wood they fashioned a box 
Planting him where the seed did grow, covering it with rocks

From time to time through stones sprouts a memory, seen different in each eye
Some see a weed ,some a tree, from beneath time's leaves, where dead roots lie