My plea; that you would never sever me; Deal with me with severity
Cast me not, don't cut me off. Though I am a branch, may I never rot
I will not wither, nor be thrown to fire
I bear your image, apart from you I am nothing
I bear your image, I live with your shadow over me
I am of wind, consciousness as consequence
My movement is zoetic in your existence
I am the mother for you to find solace, I remain in you, my home to find rest
When flesh is silent, I speak for you, in communion, my mind is in you
When you grieve, I will grieve by you. When you weep, I will weep with you