The gnarled bark
Dark,
Ancient,
Full of life
Cool to the touch.
The moon
Light of the night
The source
The love
Stars
Sparkle scatters
Then,
You
Black hair
Jet black
As the dead of night
flowing, spiraling
around the ancient.
White dress
becomes you
as does life.
Coming together
You, tree and moon
Your goddess
But
do you have
room for me?
Dark,
Ancient,
Full of life
Cool to the touch.
The moon
Light of the night
The source
The love
Stars
Sparkle scatters
Then,
You
Black hair
Jet black
As the dead of night
flowing, spiraling
around the ancient.
White dress
becomes you
as does life.
Coming together
You, tree and moon
Your goddess
But
do you have
room for me?



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