Twined

We are not so different

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We are not so different
The willow tree and I
Gathering strength from Mother Earth
The sun’s warmth from the sky
Our dreams meander upwards
Direction all askew
They tangle gently in the breeze
Though we may lose a few
Our souls drape softly to the ground
Their tendrils kiss the land
Until the day they are set free
As we both are turned to sand