I no longer think that this is me getting lonely.
I think what I want is for people to perceive me
as not a simple human, but a magnificent pine tree.
the leading pine giant held by the side of a mountain,
I want, more than anything ever possible, again and again.
Though we are linked by my roots and the soil from which I am fed,
we are the idea of a connection, a mere merging instead.

He is my companion and my support,
building at my feet little snow forts.

He is the paragon of advantage, a splendor the energy of the sun.
By volleys of ice, the head off his body is where his power is undone.
He is invincible and I am immortal
that is what makes us feel so beautiful.
I know I'm not lonely, even though I cry.
I long for this symbiosis, I understand why:
I dream of my mountain, rupturing the sky.