A couple of trees
Separated by a road of commitment to others
never the less their uppermost branches interweave
forming an arch of love
constantly tested by a wind of suspicion blowing from others
their leaves, the harsh truth to loved ones
eventually autumn will arrive
leaves will scatter on the road bellow
their ever growing roots cracking the road
in winter they will stand naked
defenseless against judgment
yet they will look on,
safe in the knowledge that spring will come.