Image credits: Google images, with a little bit of rework done by me
Planting
As roots
Are my feet
Into the ground.
Branching
As shoots
Are my limbs
Across the span.
Growing
As moss
Is my dress
Over my trunk.
Flowing
As wind
Is my hair
Across my face.
Teeming
As bees
Are thoughts
Across my mind.
Burning
As fire
Is my soul
For us to meet.
Spilling
As blood
Are emotions
Through my eyes.
Breaking
As glass
Is my being
By your deeds.
Hurting
As cuts
Are your words
Played in my ears.
Scabbing
As sores
Is my heart
Enclosed within.
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