When you hug them by the knee,
they look so high, so sturdy.
Shades hit your sensitive eyes
givin'm waving colored capes.
When they hold you by the hand,
there's no scratch that can't be mend.
Their wise words beyond your smarts
sing reason to rocky waves.
When you part from their clean nest,
you take what straws you found best,
while doubt bends them in tempest
fill your quest the way that's best.
As you get held by the knee,
you re-hear them and you see.
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