Please make love to me
For the sake of the trees on top of the hill
They stand there alone and dry
Yet happily for they are surrounded by the city and the people
Peacefully alone in the sun they await
Every day, and every night
Even though their branches might shake and shiver
they will not break;
their roots are deeply engraved into the soil of this mountain
they stand on
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
Please make love to me
For the sake of the trees on top of the hill
They stand there alone and dry
Yet happily for they are surrounded by the city and the people
Peacefully alone in the sun they await
Every day, and every night
Even though their branches might shake and shiver
they will not break;
their roots are deeply engraved into the soil of this mountain
they stand on
