Vines.
Wrap your arms around mine.
Survival comes to mind.
Dont wrap around yourself too tight,
Or you may never see the light.
Vines.

Trees.
Strong and firm when need be.
Soft and forgiving,
Many times I recall wrapping my arms around you,
Heart placed against your coarse skin.
You always made sure I landed on my feet.
Trees.

Rust.
The unknown, unseen Beauty of the world.
Timeless existance.
Often overlooked.
Sometimes scorched by inhibitions of imperfection.
On you live.
Rust.

Mom.
Nurturing Soul.
Brought my light into the world.
Shows how to continue to shine.
Speaks Soft, whispers of Truth,
Into my ears.
Protective touch of Tenderness.
Mom.