In Gowan Ring - The Twin Trees

your mouth whispers a silver stone your eyes mimic a tree whose leaves have all but few fallen your symbol calls to my symbol your lips whisper a silver stone as weather we into trees as weather we into twin trees entwined but nowhere bound connected, nowhere attached your fruit mixes with my fruit your roots they are buried within me as within you, my roots are buried your Symbol enflows my Symbol your branches wrappled round my branches as weather we into trees as weather we into twin trees entwined but nowhere bound connected, nowhere attached