The trees, as you say, go
“all the way up”
to the sky,
as well as down – all the way
to the earth –
and you stretch your hands high
and low to show me
that you, too,
can so easily ascend to the heavens
and return again to my side.
I had never really thought about trees
that way before
yet somehow now
you are all the more precious
to me.
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