10/05/2016

Your branches extend up to scrape the sky. I can’t wait till your sunshine speckled leaves hug the endless blue, swaying slightly in the breeze as if dancing to the beat of my favourite song. I even love watching the raindrops kiss the extensions of your being seeing them flow with every single cold embrace. Yet, above all this I love you in the moonlight, drops of star shine ripple across the veins that run up to your branches. I find such comfort in your unyielding growth, seeing you rise every spring watching you stretch out your fingertips to the sky and embrace it. You hold the sky within the gaps in your grasp, holding it tight enough to feel safe yet, allowing it the breath that feeds my lungs. You are clean, untarnished and beautiful.

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