The Nature of Love

I once saw a set of trees

That didn’t grow quite straight

And nearby on the ground

I saw a lonesome grave

It was one that of a patron saint

One that had no name

And he had been there far too long

Lonely in his grave

A man who lived by these trees

Told a quite old tale

A tale that said the trees were there

To grow high into the air

They were fertilized by love

Coming from the saint

It made them grow strong and large

Oh! They beauty they did paint

The trees they felt this love

Coming from his grave

And to get closer to it,

They refused to grow straight

For years and years

They grew and grew

High above the ground

Growing towards his grave

To turn the love around

-Jessica Baker


*Slightly bent trees that inspired my post: Brugge, Belgium


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