Not all LOVE grows straight up and down.
Some winds left, right, all around.
It's power shows, roots deep underground,
rocks crack, soil parts, earth dampens the sound.
Sometimes it emerges, as if Mother's crown,
leaves and colorful petals up on a tree's bough.
For a season it's admired, showing us how
it came from where it was, and went back to be found,
'cause not all LOVE grows straight up and down.