Leaves on vines to cover white washed walls,
Veins upon veins to filter water,
Roses bloom into the fall.
As the days grow cool from hotter.
Envelope my mind and tangle through,
The branches thriving, tall and true,
Throughout your greenish purple majesty,
Are your outstretched arms and reaching tapestry.
Cover us from the bleached white winter,
Warm us of the frozen depths,
As I slowly breath and saunter,
And relive every dreamless step.
I will climb your embers like a rope,
And choke upon your berry.
Taking with me all the hope.
That life gives us so rarely.
Tapestry to me so beautifully is she,
That lingers on my wall.
Of every season, felt in spring, summer , winter, and the fall.
And breathlessly hang on to see the better part of me.
For if to loose my jungled grasp,
And fall to grounds below,
Your tapestry on my mind will clasp,
The beauty that you grow.
So climb will I unto the top,
And reach the peak that glows,
As I finally find the will to stop,
And pick the perfect rose.
And on my neighbor’s house I’ll seed,
And spread my loving tapestry,
For none to share it’s beauty lies,
The bloom of life and natures ties.