He was a tower and she was a tree
His walls were deeper while hers ran free
It seemed he was stronger
with walls built of steel
With tunnels well lighted
And doors that could seal
But her branches were wild
And wept in the wind
She shook with the rain
And her colored leaves could bend
She knew the way of the plants and the bee
But he never could understand the tree
He knew the way of power and might
But she never could get it quite right
One day she grew up to the cold stone tower
And said talk with me at this late hour
He asked what it was that made her strong
She said the flowers that grow on me
But how can that be?
He said to the tree
Flowers are soft and whither away
Ah but they grow again new each day
She asked how is it you understand life
He replied with a smile and said
look inside
The people they walk
They breath
They see
Do you understand me now little tree?
More than last night but less than tomorrow
And what about you tower so true
I see how you're strong
and saw how you grew
I'd say I understand a little more of you
They talked through the days
And became peculiar friends
Unlikely of course
But we all can bend
They needed each other
The tower and tree they needed to learn
And needed to see
Life from other eyes
That could see differentlyThey made a friendship so strong
It outlasted their lives
And when the tree withered away
And the tower crumbled down
At last they were free
To meet on common ground
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Almost Eloquent
PoetryI'm just another whacky poet characterizing nature and inanimate objects.