Branches grow but do we see them
Twist and turn
Which tree do you belong to?
I ask.
Which tree do I belong to?
I ask.
The scene of love transcends through
all beings
Passion filters up the new bark,
falling and filling each crevice.  
I dance in my own wind,
I turn
I cannot tell whose branch is whose
Smiles play tricks on mouths

The trees know,
they must.