Forest Song

I dreamed of us as a tree, and my limbs growing into yours, and you swallowing me up with your embrace. This growth is driven by life, and binds us by life. And slowly we are dying, by growing into one.

We worry not where we are going, or where we are, for the sun comes to us, and the rain sweetens our life. Our roots anchor us to Earth, that massive stability. Yet our branches and leaves extend into the Heavens, light as air, and exuberant, free as birds.

So we do not fear the wind, as if it breaks your limb, I too, would feel the pain. Nor the lightning, for it shall consume us both with fire. Having grown into each other, enough time, we will die, and rot. Then the Earth will take us back, and create more dreams of trees.

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