Ivy that creeps and crawls,
A green embrace, a clinging vine.
It winds its way, up walls and halls,
A verdant braid, a lifeline.
It covers all, from floor to ceiling,
A blanket of leaves, a cloak of green.
It brings life to what was once revealing,
A transformation that can be seen.
Its hold is strong, its roots run deep,
It stands the test of time and weather.
An ever-present friend that does not sleep,
A symbol of love, that will last forever.
So let the ivy grow, and climb,
And wrap you in its tender care.
For in its leaves, you will surely find,
A solace, a peace, that's always there.
About the Creator
The Summer I Was Chosen by a Northern Mockingbird
During the long, suspended days of the pandemic, a wild mockingbird began visiting my driveway and chose me, again and again. What started as a strange encounter became a brief, meaningful connection that I still carry with me.
By Erica Roberts 5 days ago in Petlife
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