Entwined, long thick sinewy trunk,
Marked I with colours of love,
WIth friends, and soulmate
On the green, via rustling leaves
Caling out to each other in song
Through the breeze,-kindred spirits,
Without begining nor end, at one
With the universe, same as us,
We too the never ending high,
Tallness into the wide sky.
Reaching for the heavens.
To the being there, then down,
Into the ground, pulling down life
from the sun, moon, stars
Into its gnarled trunk to the roots.
To grow upwards, outwards.
Pulled from the bottom,
While pushed down into nature.,
Which being cyclic knows
no boundaries of end.
Like our love, lives marriage
Large tree of the botanical gardens,
Which saw me, so sought you for us.