Dig deep, clawing, delving, grasping.
Reflecting your travails, your lineage is Gnarled with strenuous years, toiling
Toiling far into the past, out of memory.
What lies ahead?
Here, ancient and young cease. In hope?
Read the seasons and the ivy's everlastingness:
Clinging, grasping, pulling it all down
Into the groundTo be re-born - in desperation, in love!