Intertwined

A vine entwines the elm to weave its leaves
into a braid beneath a shade of green
spring winds entice the vine to hug
the elm in tight embrace

A thunderstorm forms crowds of clouds above;
deep underground the elm roots spread and hold
touching, listening deep through fungal networks
conveying hope above to inclined branches –

You be what touches sky to catch the light
I’ll be your secret doorway touching change

Graphic generated by AI

The Day Thirteen prompt is to play with rhyme and wordplay.