Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
- Rainer Marie Rilke
I love these trees.
They know my heart, have witnessed my grace, are the guardians of my growth and transformation, and are forever a part of my personal legend.