Every beautiful blossom starts off encased in the dark,
Its roots knocking on earth’s door,
Every seed wishes to burst forth and leave its mark,
In weather so sweet, in process so poor.
No time to doubt its purpose or end,
Life is too precious, bittersweet for ugly sentiments,
A love from possibility, this soft sunlight bends,
Caressed in a blanket of hope, brightest green represents.
Withering helpless in pale weakness show,
A friend, close companion, suffering alone;
Harsh is the mother who on others peaceably glows,
To assist this sad sap a seed steadily grows.
Strong as the mountains reaching up to the sun,
Quick as the rabbits in rippling brooks run,
Capturing suffering and heat and anger and hate,
To create a leafy covering for mother’s wrath to abate.
Muted excitement and life soar through this limp bud,
Veins filled with a vicar of hope and new blood,
Springing forth in an passion to flood an empty heart,
Two plants now stand tall, with fresh dreams and new starts.
Hand by hand, reach by reach, the inseparable flowers,
Rooted in care and the blessing of rain showers,
Entwine themselves firmly ‘round each other’s space,
The spiraling stems like a handcrafted lace,
The years and the winds mean nothing to two,
Who have lended each other their care and their dew,
For true love is a bond unbroken forever,
And that’s why these two trees grew up together.
Its roots knocking on earth’s door,
Every seed wishes to burst forth and leave its mark,
In weather so sweet, in process so poor.
No time to doubt its purpose or end,
Life is too precious, bittersweet for ugly sentiments,
A love from possibility, this soft sunlight bends,
Caressed in a blanket of hope, brightest green represents.
Withering helpless in pale weakness show,
A friend, close companion, suffering alone;
Harsh is the mother who on others peaceably glows,
To assist this sad sap a seed steadily grows.
Strong as the mountains reaching up to the sun,
Quick as the rabbits in rippling brooks run,
Capturing suffering and heat and anger and hate,
To create a leafy covering for mother’s wrath to abate.
Muted excitement and life soar through this limp bud,
Veins filled with a vicar of hope and new blood,
Springing forth in an passion to flood an empty heart,
Two plants now stand tall, with fresh dreams and new starts.
Hand by hand, reach by reach, the inseparable flowers,
Rooted in care and the blessing of rain showers,
Entwine themselves firmly ‘round each other’s space,
The spiraling stems like a handcrafted lace,
The years and the winds mean nothing to two,
Who have lended each other their care and their dew,
For true love is a bond unbroken forever,
And that’s why these two trees grew up together.
Photo used under Creative Commons from zhurnaly