How do we define the lines in our life?
Jagged, coarse, full of strife?
Or branches from a growing tree
Various leaves representing discoveries?

How do we define the lines in our life?
Are they the vines hanging down
Twisting, braiding, aiming for the ground?

How do we define the lines in our life?
Are the lines of our life like the bases of the tree
Nourished by the water, only the outer bark to see?

How do we define the lines in our life?
Laugh lines etched in our face?
Creases in our hands as we embrace?
Is it something less, or something more –
The lines in our life that create the core?