Branches

Lignum vitae With and within you I myself begin And likewise, end. Although our seeds are different, yet we were grown from the same soil. You are my origin: By and into you I’m likewise continued. My hands are rooted from yours, even my trunk is delicately proceeded high above by you and, with your embrace, you make it strong; storm-resistant. The mystic pattern of our annual growth rings is already abutted each other. From the depth of your very heart mine is also sprouted: from your trunk my heart-strings; my own branches ramify, just to touch yours bowing and leaning on each other gently, as lovers do; entwined and interweaved. It is our time to bloom: our twigs and leaves are likewise born as proof of verdure springtime. And, you'll see, the flowers of the present are going to transform into the fruits of time to come. With you my crown becomes complete and, at last, we are whole now, we are undivided, we are one. ...Although our seeds are different yet we were grown from the same soil. With and within you I myself begin And… likewise, end.