I'm glad we grew apart
You would have become tangled
In my branches
Weaving wood too thick to nest in
During spring mornings
Or flee from in storms
I still remain grateful
For the tender moments
We shared together
Time has softened the limbs
Which once protected me
Sun has been filling dark places
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 8:29 AM UTC
I'm glad we grew apart
You would have become tangled
In my branches
Weaving wood too thick to nest in
During spring mornings
Or flee from in storms
I still remain grateful
For the tender moments
We shared together
Time has softened the limbs
Which once protected me
Sun has been filling dark places
In the spaces you refused to roost
