To Trees in Tennessee

O’ Blessed Beings

Your green raiment

source of our breath and being

Your stoic stance

mistaken for lifeless existence

Your immense presence

could escape human sense


This lack of cognizance

could mean a disastrous consequence

But for now you and me

in this intimate embrace

The joy of sharing each other’s breath

is beyond the joy of having a breathless wench

I can only nourish you with tears of gratitude


When I come back in winter

you will stand naked and gray

Giving a taste of what the world would be

without you being gay


You, a permanent resident

Me, a wandering vagabond

But can I ever break my breath bond?

Wait till I am done with my deeds

I will lie at your roots to nourish you with my body’s juice

To become the sap of your sap

To put back all that is Hers into Her lap

Till then you and me in this romantic romp

Lest someone should notice


Let us carry it on without any pomp

Love & Grace