Covered I am.
Quite warm and content, I be.
Not needing to eat or want or breed.
Lost here beneath Mother Earth for far too long I am.
One with the worms and beetles and knots of the roots above.
Sent here so long ago, time has no meaning nor borders for me.
Once, I know I was a young one, full of life and brim and sauciness of the blood.
Quite warm and content I am,
Covered by My Blankets of time, no more of want for me,
Can you join me here? Join your tendrils with mine?