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
Copyright © John Oldham | Year Posted 2024
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