Sitting on the bench with you
looking up
Arms around each other
She stretches above us
white trunk and branches
reaching out
teaching us to wonder
while giving us her shelter
Today her leaves
are a mix
of oranges, yellows, and browns
She is enchanting
and every moment
with you on this bench
under her shelter
is enchanting too
There’s something about this Sycamore tree
and the bench
and this place
It could be you
me
us
or the tree
I just know I’m grateful
every time
I’m with you
by the Sycamore Tree


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