Soul-Tree

I planted my seed

deep into her psyche

now her thoughts bear fruits of me

pressed against her skin my touch caresses her like soft breezes

with the grasp of my bark

she now speaks my language

resting a top my branch

pleasantly she finds wisdom in my roots

peace in the shade of  my canopy

Strength pulsing through the width of my trunk

the changes only seasonal.

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