where 
they were 
always meant 
to be the roots 
are still 

my branches

join hands with 

the next tree. Leaves

shimmering at infinity

and you there next

to me 

and when 

the winds will 

come to play with 

me, don't think I'm 

more than shaken

maybe a little 

warped

my bark 

will grown more

rugged with the rings

of time. And watered

with the milk of 

rhyme