She Is The Forest

She is the forest and I, I am the tree Embedded and nurtured, nestled here In the shadow of her living earth Heart to heart, and stone to stone As much her breathing as my birth Was hers, and hers alone In her embrace I found my home And grew to love the forest as my own Through mist and rain, sun and snow Seasons passing fall to fall I wished for nowhere else to go For worth of her, and that was all – And as in time I became more hers Than mine in name (her will to serve) So did my being cease to be And with her being merge as one That should she ever cease to be So, too, would I be done – For she, she is the forest, and I the tree And I'm forever hers, naturally