I walk past the house garden,
hear the songbird change keys.
Knowing you love me, I chuckle.
In your eyes, mine have time
to lose focus in the lawn's fall and rise
into spring green oak and maple.
Knowing you see me, I see perfectly.
Married today, this now becomes always,
and you and I
closer than the family that gave me,
closer than air against my breath.
And this is how I know forests
don't fight for sun, but delight
in each instant of tree become sapling,
life become life, your God my God.
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