Trees,
Big,
Strong,
Ever growing… A life made of drought and rain,
Sudden change, winds from every direction,
But in the end, the tree does stand
To face time and space,
both above and below it’s ground Together we have grown
Into the stable honey gloss of oak
Fire and flood have not uprooted us
and now we are a team with one desire. With you my love, I long to watch the sunsets
My leaves do flutter at your ever breath
My branches quiver at your every touch
And Without you, life in not much…
In your company we will see many a forest,
And in unison we will remain in pace, in love…