The Vines

I feel the rough stone beneath me, scratching and scraping as I climb,

I hear the chatter of kids and rush of water flowing from a distance,

I see the speckled rocks I have yet to envelope,

I taste the sweet air around me,

I smell the morning dew and nectar from the bees that swarm below me,

I am filled with a sense of comfort, this is my home, every sense so familiar to me,

I welcome it.