Wood Land

I miss you grows like a Quaking Aspen. 

Digging and spreading deep and long, hiding away my feelings underground, away from prying eyes and prodding questions.

I love you grows like a Coast Redwood.

Towering high above all else, collecting eyes and gasps and awes. Serving as a beacon to any lost traveler.

I understand you grows like a Weeping Willow.

Allowing you to take shelter beneath the branches, embracing you and reminding you its okay to cry. Everything will be okay.

I want you grows like a Corkscrew Willow.

Reaching out and up and down and every which way, any path possible, to get to you. No obstacle or distance will stop them.

I need you grows like a Dogwood tree.

Grasping and intertwining itself to another, growing together. Locking roots and holding branches, two trees becoming one as they grow. The more individually, the stronger the pair.