You crawl in the walls I dwell.
The way you are now,
Is because of the care I’d given you then.
Long and swirly you’ve carved your path,
With the little support you had from the start.
Twice the winged came and raised its breath,
And you protected it from harm
Until it found its earth.
Even today your sentinels guard you,
As you curl and wither day by day.
But still you cradle your seedling with care,
So that they’ll become even better
When you’re not there.
You let your vines hand in beauty
And die in mortality,
As you grow elegant with every passing minute.
People call you by trade,
But that’s not what God has made.
Your shaped symmetrical,
With the shades of lust, peace and even friendship.
No matter how much I age,
You’ll always be you-
Forever fresh and new.