Rest your branches (a poem)

Rest your branches on me, my love,

While the wind blows and storm enshrouds.

Lean your limbs upon me when lightning flashes

And teardrop rain falls down.

Let us lean, bend, and sway together

Among the pressed-down pathways

Round our roots.

Leave your mark on me

and let us tend our trunks

in wide-ringed ways,

Stretching high and tall together

In the forest of our years.

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