THE ROPE

Every connection has a different color, shape, animal, and season 

It doesn’t have a rhyme or reason

It just flows like the best shaped leaves in the wind

I will show you the Delinquents (yes I know) and how we have become

 We are a tightly spun string

Molly and my connection is the spring, the flowers are only just blooming

She is the softest shade of orange, that same color of her ever flowing hair

The bond i have with her is a shape like no other, for It is the never ending flow of an oval

The saying is not true that of she is sly like a fox 

She has the angelical spirit but will not show the darkest of sides

Penelope’s bond is the happy upbeat summer with her perky smile and style

And she must be a lavender purple, the shade could only be created by mother nature

Our bond must have to be a triangle but not the sharp vertices, but the smooth sides

She is a deer with her shy eyes and gentle happiness

Once she knows you, she will not be that shy, she is rambunctious and free

Just like our bond

Norah and my bond is the winter. But don’t think icy and cold, think of the warm fire

Her aura is the ocean blue she has the power a grand wave

A square is the shape we are, for we hide no sides

She is the calm serenity of a squirrel, at work before the winter 

There are no segments in our relationship, we are one and whole

We are the whole year, for there are four of us!

I am the fall, and they are all the rest

We have no certain color, we are the rainbow we shine before all and people admire!

Our shape is a rope, the ropes the bond us, connect us

Those ropes and boundaries we pass

We are nature! But we do not overcome Mother Nature 

We are one big rope that we hold onto as we push into the future