I want to take you beneath the tree
and make love with you the way
the earth does with the roots,
nurturing, nourishing, feeding,
helping you grow to be the best
woman the world could ever wish you to be.

I want to see your leaves grow anew each Spring,
little flowers blossoming in dazzling colours,
feeding all around who nest in your branches,
who eat from your fruit, who require your shade.
I want to love you the way only I can,
respectfully, tastefully, eternally.

To be the one who helps you grow
would give me no greater satisfaction,
to see you reach for the skies,
whether blue or black, speckled with starlight,
overcast days with the lightest caressing of rain.
I will be the sunlight you crave,
glowing, warming, comforting.

I want to take you beneath the tree
and make love with you every day.