Rings

The weight of a tree should mimic

that of human love. And in return,

the tree should in its happiness, idyllic,

feel the fondness of a whole day’s yearn.

For the growth of human attachment

Also favors green, budding, and an embrace.

A tree holds this in its unlikely excitement!

And for that, it’d be measured by rings.

As if human fingers are tucked in,

In the hardness, and the softness it brings,

Culling the roots of where it has been,

For fluid flows at the height of passion,

Craving air, then breathe, then lasting grace.

The weight of human love in tree fashion.