With outstretched arms


You stroked my face

as you hugged me

with your woody embrace

standing tall

on your roots

I held you close


Your woody musk

enveloped my skin

breathing life

into my belly

you led the dance

as we swayed with the wind


You translated secrets

of ancient stories

etched into your bark

an encoded history

written into the symmetry

of perfection


Responding to touch

we outstretched our arms

to the sun

the shared meaning

of two life forms

committed to growth

Age old pebbles

Age old pebbles

Formed through nature’s touch

Their sturdy rotund form

A hand held crutch


Timelessly worn

Each beautifully unique

Their wave beaten holes

A conduit to speak


Subtle vibrations

Create stoic harmonies

A stark reminder

Of man made inadequacies


Similar, not separate

Collectively whole

Reminds that perfection

Is removed from the soul


Sun soaked warmth

Give heat to the hand

Solid and supporting

Our ever evolving stand