My vines climb high and reach my child eyes, toward the sky,
Quiet bowing backwards I am reaching high
My roots grow deep and from my vulnerable, heart I weep,
For all of the many feelings I don't wish to keep
Underneath this foggy wild discover precious needs,
Want to cup my hands around give endless warmth as sun
The courage of new buds,
Teaches me, to-move,
From my core, to-bloom,
When the weather's unsure and the weather's unsure
A wide open door
I wish for strength
An impossible key
To cup my own hands around me