love vs a tree

how could i ever
create a tree
that could begin to show
what you mean to me?

the strength of this could not be measured
by thick lines of brown and grey.
the branches, endless,
spreading out beyond the page.
the leaves as soft as your touch.
and the wind, the passion in your kiss.

how can the longing
be portrayed in curled limbs and knots?
devotion in roots?
adoration in it's
infinite reach?

but this is tangible, dimensional
it grows up and out and in and deep.
couldn't be contained within
lines on a page or even
within the branches of a tree.

a seed falls on a piece of land,
unnoticed and quiet
but it grows, beautiful and limitless.
and that is what i want for you and i.

[sometimes the wind blows
and trees fall and that's
okay because something
always grows in their place.]