You pulled up the roots,
From in the ground,
Stirred the soil
Pruney palms browned.

Shredded the leaves,
Of the maple and pungent fern,
From my patience,
I wish you'd learn.

The patterns I follow,
Hands stretch for the crescent up there,
slowly steadily
creep with flair.

Rip off my shield,
With your blunted knife
Etch your heart
To your partner for life.