From the bark of a puppy dog
to the croak of a bullfrog
She knows the language of life
From the pussy cat’s “Meow”
to the Willow’s humble bow
She knows the signs of strife
From the Raven’s rowdy “Kaw!”
to the roses raised for all
She sings for the whole gallery
But when she speaks to me
the woods become one tree
and peace reigns in the valley
for UT, who loves her gladly
with a madness
u-n-d-i-s-t-u-r-b-e-d
♥
© Uncle Tree
After most of us have passed away
a piece of us is left to stay
hanging on for
better days
with a
leg
up
on the future
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Long before Time you were
the eternal light forever seen
through the passion-powered lens
of my intently aligned
super telescopic
tunnel vision
of love
♥
The time we spend together
binds the joys and thrills we treasure
to a love no rule can measure
and a hope no will can tether!
♥
I am deeper than the reach of roots too shallow to follow,
but the love my imp has for me soaks in and circulates,
and no reach is necessary ≈ just flow.
Uncle Tree
♥
Oh, my sweetheart!
I’m so glad you chose Life
with me in yours and you in mine
We must carefully tend
our beautiful little flower
cocooned in Love so sweet
Affectionately, I thank the powers that be
ineffable and ethereal
for the innate healing power of the heart
We are cured to the maximization
all that is allowed — and then some
as our blood mingles and ferments
The finest wine cannot compare
The purest honey bows before us
The bees will lick the love that drips
For no heart can hold
the expansiveness that ever grows
beyond the reach of Time and Space
Held in Infinity’s arms
Cradled by the magnitude of each moment
we blaze a trail with the fire that never burns
Heaven’s Eternal Flame
bestowed in and around us
A warmth and a gift
we will forever share together
Uncle Tree
♥
I want to hold you through your everything, my love
Through thick and thin and highs and lows
through everything the wind brings in and knows
it won’t be overmuch for us to overcome, by Jove
Never more than we can handle
‘Tis according to the Lord
Zealous passions, oh, they dangle
ever since you got my gourd
That the course is never-ending
is a given we shall learn
Never breaking ~ ever bending
is this love above the curve
“C’mon! C’mon!” she sang.
Spontaneity, not my strong suit,
gently urged me to change my usual tune.
Whether it’s a change for the better
or a change for good, or both, and more…
this transformation I am undergoing
has required the best in me
and I surrender unto it.
I surrender unto love,
unto a love my heart knows well.
So well, my intellect scarcely understands
the heart’s acknowledgements.
My will followed this directional change
as if it knew the heart better than I
and I am willingly losing my grip for first love.
— Uncle Tree
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Uncle Tree's House 