Acorns

 

I love the way

words fall from lips

like acorns

from tall oak trees

and from those words

roots can grow,

flourish into great forests

that we can run through.

I want my words

to touch your ears,

brushing your cheeks

as they drift down

like leaves, listen

to the flowing breeze

with me.

 

Branches

that stretch out

endlessly,

like arms

ready to wrap around me

or point me in the direction

I need to be.

I admire how they

sit so perfectly

and let animals play

over their limbs.

Giving a place

to stay,

for them

to call home

on sad

rain-soaked days.

 

I love the way

the rain drops flow

through your leaves,

;ike a warm shower

over long hair, 

gleefully splashing me

with a playful spray

that spreads

the love with ease,

like words that fall

at your knees,

and say listen

to my voice,

hold me please.

 

 

 

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