Edward Waters         Bard of the Grey Wind

Two Trees

[to my wife on the 21st anniversary of our first meeting]

By Edward Waters
(Copyright © 4 November 1996)
 

Two trees,
       sharing one soil,
       reaching together into one sunlight,
       drinking with single joy of every rain,
in time
       entangle roots,
       meld trunk and branch,
       wear common rings,
and come to live--
       or die--
as one.
Wound this,
       and that will wither;
but nurture that,
       and this will thrive.
And if
at last
       some storm or blight should fell them,
they will but perish
       in each other's arms.

 

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