Sherwood Island

Why do the branches
of love bloom outward? Why do
tramps seek out the
solitude of the forest,
only to be humbled when

companions join in?
The beeches reach out for us;
we bloom in their sights.
My truest love is you who
sways with me with trees as guides.

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