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