Monday, July 07, 2008

Endearing memory

With a silent stir;
And a mindful blur;
Two ancient sprigs crossed one another's path.

And from there is was set;
Not in stone, but no less;
A union of earth's own kind.

Intertwined, they are strong;
The rustling of leaves, their own song;
This union of the Earth's own kind.

And over time they have remained;
Alone in spirit and souls the same;
Two ancient sprigs into one became.