Remnants of the swirl of life
To wayward calls and winds of strife.
To connect within the life of one
And pollinate a likely sum,
There is in time of sun and rain
A slowness to the grain of strain,
Where scaly sap evaporates
And long stored water transpirates
To allow for reproduction
Akin to bio-conduction,
Passing signals along the line
Of ancient wisdom’s space and time.
Hold on tight and then open wide
Unafraid of this time to hide.
Hold tight, hold true, still, open wide,
Unafraid of this time to just abide.