1:47 a.m. --- 2016-04-01

you, and me,
a natural rapport,
that grows like a tree,

and not like a weed.

bowing to the breeze,
being nurtured by the Sun,
giving life to the stem,

and the leaves,

burning life into the branches,
and we are blessed,

by what it means.

not knowing how much,
or how far our roots may reach,

or how long we have.
not knowing much at all,
except that what your body does
will affect my body.
and what my body does
will affect our children.

and what that means,

is the tradition of life sparkles
against the dim, dim dismal gray
of the world around us,

urging life into our seeds.

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