by Ren Miller

Trees are relational beings, like humans, and depend on one another for their survival.

Sometimes, as we lay together in bed, our limbs snaked around our bodies, I feel as if we are trees in an old-growth forest of our own design.

We’re growing old together, sometimes reaching for the sun, and other times downtrodden by a storm; but always there.

We need one another; we feed one another; we send each other silent messages that only you and I understand.

Our love grows more and more each day, from the tops of our branches to deep within our roots.