I wait for you
every morning, so I can walk with you
I, your Giving Tree,
the breadth of me deepens
to prevent you from being able to encircle me
with your arms.
I want you to feel the vastness of me,
the depth of all that I have to give
when you press your heart to me.
My leaves are full when you go,
glistening in the sun with the joy of you.
I miss you when the sun is overhead
and the cars breeze by.
Time slows when you are near.
You see me,
and I want you to know,
that I see you.
I wait for you
every morning, so I can walk with you
