When she welcomes us, take cover. Take cover, take cover and breathe. I took cover again and again. I take cover. What's not to be lost is the understanding that by taking cover we are bound to a relationship of mutual respect. Our responsibility to her is one of the greatest. Her presence must not be immured, pushed so far off and away that we give ourselves permission to ignore and forget. Her gift is her sanctuary. As she rightfully scales our structures, claiming her realm, intentionally entangling to affirm her power rooted in decades of time packed in soil. Take care of her as she continues to grow wild. Take care, or we may someday have no sustenance and no shelter, no place to hold or be held.