My branches are now spread in entirety over the building, finding,
finding all the little areas, those nooks, and crannies where it could find a place,
dodging the windows, dodging the little obstacles on the walls, and went on exploring its way,
and now, the house is a constant companion, sheltering me and in turn, I, trying to wrap it,
wrap it around a little bit more, when it needs my support, a hug does wonders, doesn’t it?
A lovely, compassionate poem.