Not Just Ivy
I am the vine.
I am a brilliant emerald that prospers along the earth.
I am the protector,
covering parts of nature you may have forgotten about.
Like a father who protects his home, his wife, his children,
I protect my garden, I prevent erosion.
Parallel to the husband, the father,
who is there to preserve, keep out impurities as well.
I am a strong green vine
running along pathways, guiding you along the way.
The father also guides his children
and is a strong, yet gentle presence in the home for his wife.
Sometimes I stop, rest upon a fallen limb,
waiting for my company.
Likewise the husband must cease,
take a moment to breathe, rejuvenate.
I do pray for you even though you may never know.
You see, when I’m climbing to those high, steep places.
I am gathering my thoughts.
I haven’t forgotten about you.
I am the vine.
I sometimes go out on a limb for you
to be sure you get to where you need to go.
Similar to the father who goes without
many times just for the sake of his family.
He is selfless, same vibrant green color as a praying mantis.
I am sure to be found with three straight sides and points
so you will feel safe with what is familiar.
The father also makes points daily
hopes his voice does not fall on deaf ears.
I should never be without my points
so you will never be without advice.
I am a strong green vine
I remain connected
to not lose touch with what is relevant to you.
That way you know I care.
The husband must have importance.
I am the vine. He is the vine.
If you join me, I won’t mind because then,
you too will experience the feeling of worth.
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