A love like the trees
That grows from a seed
Patience and perseverance
A tree that grows on her own
That sometimes intertwines with another
Not quite together
Not quite separate
Growing into a beautiful form
But one tree is not like the other
The pine is not like the oak
There are separate worlds living in each
sometimes they collide
Not all the birds sing the same song
Sometimes these worlds don’t get along
Perhaps a new space to grow
Where there is no fire or smoke
The pine is not like the oak