Like two saplings we lets our roots indulge in the comfort of stability
Intertwining the fibers of our beings
as a promise to always hold each other
Connecting from a network beyond the eye
We relied on one another when the hurricanes came
Whether from the East or West
No matter what
No matter where
We took turns within the seasons
Allowing our fruits to flourish
One after another
Celebrating with floral blooms
A collective of ten rings added to our cores
But as we grew we trailed out our roots
our branches reaching for opposing sides
The birds that have nested in our arms
Now forced to make new homes
And the mites are deeply burrowed inside
There was a time where the sun kissed us both
Where the dirt under was deep and nutrient rich to supply our growth
When the rain washed away our moments of love-hate
But that was before the last wind of the last hurricane
Slowly within time I pulled away
My roots have lifted
I’ve gone astray
For if I stayed
My leaves would’ve wilted
My branches snapped
And I wouldn’t have any fruit to offer where I stood at
But no matter what
And no matter where
The bees will carry my well wishes
But I can no longer breathe the same air