Cool damp ground
Thick dry duff
Dappled shade
Bark so rough
Strong roots grip
Granite wall
Trunk leans
But doesn’t fall
Years gone by
And years ahead
Tree grows strong
Leaves create the bed
That soothes away
A day’s high stress
Shades the place
For afternoon rests
Come along
If dare you do
Lay with me
Til morning dew
If time then comes
I’m lost in haste
Our lips will feel
Each other’s taste
And leave me then
If then you must
To lay forever
Heart turned to dust
© Copyright 2014, Marty
K Vandermolen, All Rights Reserved
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