He whom I loved,
was a Tree,
Standing tall
in front of me.
Up, I climbed,
desiring strength,
desiring Mind,
desiring pain.
Through the years,
He stayed the same;
No new fears,
no new gain.
But I was water,
and I consumed him,
made him soft,
wore down his skin.
And when I'd reached
the Middle Ground,
shortly after
I had found,
the Land Ahead,
and so I leaped,
farther than his leaves
could ever,
would ever,
would never,
reach
for me.