Oh, how the trees stretch towards you,
as if they loathe the soil which grounds them.
Longing to be near your energy, the tall pine and oak battle for superior positioning.
The war has worn the soft pine’s oak facing side,
but in the end the pine looks down at the oak and then up at the sun with pride.
Every tree top peaks like a distant mountain range,
as they try to reach your infectious energy.
At night they dream of uprooting and soaring into space.
Straight into your warm embrace they burn,
and once again become one with the universe.
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