People ask why do I love them And I ponder how to answer…
My love for thee is a tree: I know not why I grow here. I know only I found what I needed For my roots to go deep, My leaves to bolster in radiance; I drink and am filled.
But not only for me do I grow For now the deer have shade And bark to muse during grassless winter And homes for squirrels to run about.
Like Elves I am to those small creatures: Near timeless, near immortal, Tall and Slender, ever reaching.
Yet I too must fall, For I shall grow weary Of stretching to the sky, and Digging into the Depths of the Earth.
To the very earth that nurtured me I bequeath my wealth e’er morn someday I shall go hollow When my love has fulfilled me whole.
So I say to thee When she ask of me Why I love her so ‘I am the tree And she thee Earth and Sun That let me grow.’
This poem came about in a dreamlike state as I was nearing sleep. All of the times in my life when people asked me why did I love them or why did I love their friend or a friend asking me why did I love this girl and I never new how to answer, until now.