Gort the Ivy ... trust

Don't let love fade away and make us all islands,
never charted, never enchanted,
dissolved into the sea, not to be seen again.

Connected invitation,
the mankind of creation,
binds us as a nation,
as guests on this world.

Love expectations,
unity celebrations,
faith integrations, 
one strong binding love is unfurled.

Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Fast she stealeth on, though she wears no wings,
And a staunch old heart has she.
How closely she twineth, how tight she clings
Sharing love with any willing tree.

Whole ages have fled and their works decayed,
And nations have scattered been;
But the stout old Ivy shall never fade,
From its hale and hearty green,
Binding together as king and queen.
Oh, a plant of unity is the Ivy green.

There are a lot of things we may bond with,
A lot of things to pull us back down.
There maybe tears, maybe pain,
Stops our world, 'till we get it spinning again.
A hammer may fall to test our weakness. 
A saw may grind to cut us and make us branchless.

But together there is always a power to heal
from cold stone to green leaves of warm feel,
Creeping on where time has been,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green.

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