We Are But Trees Poem by Beach Leanbh

Scorned masses cannot perceive my heart
Their hearts lay broken on the grass. Fallowed, lifeless, empty and without function
While mine shoots abundant. Ever growing, ever reaching upward

But if I am a tree, what are you?
Are you the sun? I think not, for that would make you unreachable
A flawless idol prayed to, but never achieved
Seen, but never heard. Felt, but never touched

Are you the soil? Nourishing, and giving?
Again I believe you are not, for if you were, I would be growing away from you
reaching in another direction. Taking, but never giving.
It is a relationship that ultimately proves we are not so

But I have found what you are, and in the process have found myself
We are two trees that have grown together; inseparable and interwoven
Both feeding from the same soil, both reaching for the heavens
Hand in hand we grow united in purpose and affection