I dreamt beneath these branches
that you carved our initials in her trunk,
and we sat at her roots, learning
the intricacies of growth
and love.

we took her seeds, held them in our palms
and pushed them into the ground.
my hands touched the tips of your fingers
as we buried
our faith in the soil.

I wait without patience
for this seed to sprout, so I may sit
at the roots of something we created
and teach her to
absorb the sunshine.