Seeds root,
And tendrils twine;
Life burgeons, goddess mine.
Tears wash over Isren’s pardon,
Garden.
Tunnels,
Where shadows lurk.
Strength and hoof carve their work.
What life left when love can’t follow,
Hollow.
Blowing,
Above it all,
Winds whisper, breathe, and call.
Ne’er stronger bond with another:
Mother.
So if this is the 'how', I just need to find the 'where'.