The Oak Takes Time To Grow

As eye to eye we meet before the flow

The river's end as distant as the sea

The sun, it trickles down so warm and slow

And without words our speechless souls agree

I came from shelter, you came from the gale

The solemn flow'rs looked up at us inspired

If two such varied hearts be in one tale

Then all the garden, too, may grow admired

The blowzy breeze that ruffles frills of grass

Does not disturb the stillness of our strength

A quietude that seems encased in glass

Is guarded by love's width, and depth and length

Though blessed, indeed, perhaps by only few

For one, it's through the other that we grew