Roots are deep
and branches
blow in the breeze,
with ease ----
they accept
affection and devastation
from the roots of
trees
to the slapping caress
of the winds
fair touch ----
but to love,
is to hate
the shackles of the
unbroken
state ----
of the mind
of a being
chained by roots
and destroyed
by storms...
the sad willow
and the great strong
oak ----
both!
are prisoners of war
to the ever
devastating,
embracingly beautiful
elements