In Your presence I am a solitary tree
That will not sag nor bend
Even when the night turns cold
You’ve remarked at how I always stand
Sometimes with laughter
Sometimes with something else
As your fingertips lazily trace my contours
Such a wonderful picture of intimacy
As your hand deftly wanders
Across my leaves
In Your presence I am a Solitary tree
Solitary, not lonely
Not unloved.
I think I got the title for this one from another poem I've read, but I don't remember which.