Boundaries fading,
canopies amalgamate—
coexisting tress.
Sleep

Fare thee well, my sun,
hush now, rest your weary head,
the morning will wait.
Pleasures
Conversations

Entwined in passion,
reaching out to each other,
trees communicate.

Fare thee well, my sun,
hush now, rest your weary head,
the morning will wait.

Entwined in passion,
reaching out to each other,
trees communicate.