Our tangled beauty,
roots of a tree
you and me.
Entwined in time,
locked in its trunk
enshrined in bark.
You, the crown, in beautiful majesty
me, the branches that search in the dark.
The splintered shell,
the bark of a tree.
Skin that ages,
weathers and cracks
but still holds firm
through harsh setbacks.
The storms and downpours,
the coldest winters
and springtime thaws.
The pendulous leaves
fly off into the breeze.
You and I
like children spinning, dancing
walking in swirling winds.
Joyful
and full of the essence of spring.
We cuddle under our canopy,
together forever, in this sleepy hollow
until tomorrow is never to follow.
Forever not a long enough time.
So, like a tree
to the sun
we will quietly climb.
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Kyle
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