Trees

We belong to those who refuse to be logs
to be used as one of static log cabins in the forest of social function
We wanted to be trees and become trees
who could supply the oxygen of love to each other
who could submerge in the swooshing wind of feeling
who could soak in the moist of raindrops or dewdrops
who could grow together through day and night
who could feel each other as beginning season after season
with roots wrapped around each other for ever
with arms of shades touching each other for common tranquility
with leaves falling together for heartfelt moments
We will become trees
supporting singing birds jumping squirrels
providing comfort to those who need quiet moment of self-reflecting
We are trees
Just gazing at each other
or even the thought of gazing each other
would become a precious long-lasting memory
forever accompanying each other