From Under Trees

From Under Trees:

Trees are our parents.

Of course, they are wise,

But for use they also provide.

When our eyes take to the sky

They make the sun shy.

But why?

They would never tell a lie.

They always speak the truth.

Like foreigners and people of different groups

They open themselves up to all questions and relationships,

But we never take the time to sit alone and speak with them,

To get to know them.

If you really knew them, you would understand them, and never be able to hurt them.

They sometimes tell sad stories and weep alone after all of their company has fallen.

But to others they are never bad company; the perfect companion at all times they are.

They will listen and weep with you and understand your sorrow.

I can’t imagine having a family,

Because it would mean time without the companion

With whom I have a permanent, ever lasting appointment until his death.

For him I would give birth to many more, taking care of his young; I will be his children’s Godfather.

The connection we share is unlike any other.

It is tacit. It is solid. It is unchanging. It is unsaid. It is deep. It is more than heartfelt. It is true. It is pure. It is love.

Love, I cannot share this with anyone else. You cannot love two at once. You cannot divide love.

For every branch and twig and trunk and stem and leaf and base and piece of bark I would trade my soul, for without them, I am not, and without me they are not.

Peace. Tranquility. Love. Serenity.

All of these I find in you,

And parts of you,

And all of you,

And you,

Love.