love can be a planted seed

but you don't know what blossom might bring

a rose or a bush or a small little leave

you can't force which song it will sing

 

you throw the seed and expect the tree

you have all the colours in mind

how the fruit should smell and taste on your lips

how your wish should decide on the kind

 

but emotion can never be forced into form

and the roots will choose their own path

might be two trees that touch but are divided in size

one is rooted one needs space to adjust

 

and one might need light while the other needs rain

in a forest with silence around

to accept the beauty of whatever the song is

is what love needs to be finally found