It is an illusion you see, on the outside it merely looks like a tree.
All covered in knots, bark and leaves
The beauty reveals only to those
who understand love from deep in their toes
Who see that love reaches, stretches and grows
To heights not yet seen from the ground down below
That love spreads out over rocks and the dirt
Entangling itself for all that it’s worth
Yes to the daft, they see only a tree
To the lover in you, you see you, you see me.