Trees entwine like languid lovers
Clasped in passionate embrace;
Beneath green velvet leafy covers,
Edged with neon fine vine lace...
Branches closely meet to clasp,
each other's slender fingers;
No fickle breeze can break this grasp,
that through the seasons lingers...
Rustling whispers need no words,
to revel in love's morning mist;
Serenaded by the birds,
Every second petal kissed...
If we could learn from trees, we would
be loved in ways that lovers should.
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