Deep spidery roots wrap around a fiery core
And cradle its warmth.
The roots travel underneath pattering feet.
The feet unaware of the living oxygen tanks
Beneath them
The ones that do not explode unless triggered
Or swallowed by immense dying stars.
The roots creep to the top and tickle the
Backward moving pattering feet.
The roots grow out of their blossoming mother
And stretch and stretch towards their grands.
They will bend back towards their mother
And weep, and weep and grow.
Vainy, chameleoned fingers shade
The pattering feet walking faster now.
The outstretched fingers embrace other lovers
And shade their mothers belly before the storm.