Tree

There is an ancient tree

growing in the pit of my stomach

The branches twist into a delightful knot

and it blooms in colours

that even rainbows haven’t seen before

My feet ran away from

the kiss my lips stole,

but the trunk of my tree remains steady

It isn’t scared by a gentle breeze

or even this small storm

It has grown beautiful and strong

and nourishes my heart with its fruit

Its leaves dance in time to a waltz

and thirst for the warm wind and soft light

surging from your gaze

It’s cloudy outside,

but inside me the sun is warming up

the earth embracing my roots