Be My Tree

Angel Oak, South Carolina

Your roots draw deep, 

beneath the ground. 

A solid trunk, 

with bark around. 

A heavy branch 

does hold in air, 

gentle stems, 

that spill with care;

the velvet fronds 

of gilded green, 

that curl 

and wave 

upon the scene. 

I sit below 

your gentle bough.

I tell you that 

I love you now. 

I hold you tight 

and close to me. 

So come back soon 

and be my tree.