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.
I’m so glad you stopped!
Yes, I’ve been felled and can’t get up.
I never intended to cross the road.
The other side never looked greener.
I do hope you welcome the detour.
You’ll find a knife in the fork just ahead.
In a minute, you can leave your mark.
Carve your initials into my bark.
Now add a plus sign for good measure.
Then under that – the name you treasure.
Surround them both with a human heart,
Captured in love, in rapture thou art.
No skin off my back, I feel no pain.
‘Tis good to be on the road again!