Two trees grow closely, side by side
Through storms of strife and turning tide
Drenched by rains of grief and gall
Sun-warmed by bliss that touches all
In love and strength, they stand so tall
Two trees, yet forest all in all
Two birds within the branches high
Weave an artful nest nearby
The builders sing in harmony
A bright, euphoric symphony
With hope for new life to begin
The crown of passion held within
In shadows where the woods are deep
Soft cushions call for trysts to keep
The Sacred Wedding, soul and skin
Where holy unions can begin
A bond for all eternity
Two souls in dual unity
Beautiful, my friend.
Thank you very much, dear Atticus! 🙏🏼
Elke…. your soul is reflected in this poem…both are beautiful.
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Thank you, dear Peter, for this awesome comment! 😊
Beautifully penned, Elke. This is an amazing write my friend. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.
Damian
My deepest gratitude for your uplifting comment and your appreciation, dear Damian!
Chère S.,
Ahhhhh, you did it again!
Painting with Words!
And I love the artwork too.
Prompt writing?
Anyway, I forget the reasoning so I can immerse myself in this warm bath.
Herßliche, viel herßliche, Gus
Loads of thanks for your wonderful kind comments, dear Gus! 🙏🏼
Wonderful. You never let us down, as readers. This one is a great example of your fluid rhymes, with a powerful message carried consistently throughout it. Awesome, Elke.
Talking to trees, and listening to their replies, to their wisdom, is one way to understanding how all life is connected, intertwined, in a fundamental way. It is how we become more humane and how we find love. I think your poem is a testament to this, Elke.
-Curt