You once proclaimed to me
That you knew the stories
Of all the trees around,
And at first I must admit
I could not come to believe.
But I can hear the wind,
And now it all makes sense;
I am the Yew as you
Darling, you are the Zephyr,
Who eases my limbs,
In the absence of the storm.
We can hear each other clearly,
As you bristle through,
All my branches and lengths.
So too, the light breaks
The light bends, around me,
Yet glows and shines
Through you, for you and I
To share in embrace.