The gnarled roots of the Mother Tree
Reach out and solicits Love
To my wanting heart.
She speaks to me of things I never
Experienced, but want to remember.
She pulls me close and promises me
No commitment, yet her cunning is
Almost too much to resist.
I want her Love,
And her gentle words
So I give in.
Then she asks more of me.
Draining my Love until I have no more
To give.
When I finally release myself,
Paying off all the Love
I consumed so greedily
from her sweet roots,
I remember why I stopped
Walking through forests after dark.
