We push and pull, never letting each other
farther away then necessary'
needing each other like lungs need air
There is craziness
There are battlegrounds where lines are drawn
yet we always seem to be on the same side
Our arms linked, connected
not just through name, but much deeper seed
that we all have taken shape and bloomed from
We are family
and no matter how hard the wind blows
or how many leaves fall
our tree remains beautiful
(Can you guess what this poem is talking about?)
Left to right: Myceli, Astromia, Nebula, Rycumer, Moonror, Mercury
Astromia, Myceli, and, Nebula are mine
Mercury, Moonror, and Rycumer are Zoruna's
Lines not mine
Astromia(Mom) bonding with Myceli, Nebula trying to get Moonror to play, and Rycumer playing with Mercury(dad).
