Scorned masses cannot perceive my heart
Their hearts lay broken on the grass. Fallowed, lifeless, empty and without function
While mine shoots abundant. Ever growing, ever reaching upward

But if I am a tree, what are you?
Are you the sun? I think not, for that would make you unreachable
A flawless idol prayed to, but never achieved
Seen, but never heard. Felt, but never touched

Are you the soil? Nourishing, and giving?
Again I believe you are not, for if you were, I would be growing away from you
reaching in another direction. Taking, but never giving.
It is a relationship that ultimately proves we are not so

But I have found what you are, and in the process have found myself
We are two trees that have grown together; inseparable and interwoven
Both feeding from the same soil, both reaching for the heavens
Hand in hand we grow united in purpose and affection

Beach Leanbh

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