The length of the earth that separates root from leaf. A buried desire could run so deep.
Shadowed by branches; the frailty of you. A structure so ghostly with grayish hue.
The wind bends me closer that I might see. The changes of the season; the changes of me.
Sheltered by the limbs that grow from you. The movement of life under pastel blue.
The softness of the earth that separates you from me. A burning desire could run so deep.