I could wither away to almost nothing …
Only threads left connecting each disparate part ….
I could lose the cohesion that most seek to hold ….
Thinking life depends on a strength of arms ….
I could be tossed by wild storms ….
Beaten down by great heat ….
I could linger with little to show …
..Yet this heart would endure ….
Staked and held strong ….
Its roots placed in sturdiest ground ….
Fragile and free I will sway and dance lightly ….
Chained to my hope and my home …

I could wither away to almost nothing …
Only threads left connecting each disparate part ….
I could lose the cohesion that most seek to hold ….
Thinking life depends on a strength of arms ….
I could be tossed by wild storms ….
Beaten down by great heat ….
I could linger with little to show …
.
.
Yet this heart would endure ….
Staked and held strong ….
Its roots placed in sturdiest ground ….
Fragile and free I will sway and dance lightly ….
Chained to my hope and my home …